Destined
Genre: Romance/Drama
Summary: Simba is the future King of the Pridelands, when a Queen is needed his father brings to him to the most beautiful young lioness in the Savannah. Trial and error will occur as Simba and Nala try to find their place in the circle of life together, but deep within the dark are jealous hearts, lustful intentions and sinister plots waiting to tear apart life as they know it…
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from the Disney Movie "The Lion King" I merely own the plot bunnies that hatched this story and the computer on which I write it. Thank you for not suing me for all I'M worth.
Chapter One: The Story Begins
Falling in love with someone isn't always going to be easy... Anger... tears... laughter.. It's when you want to be together despite it all. That's when you truly love another. I'm sure of it."
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Simba stood over Priderock, rain was pouring down as the wind caused the grass blades to bend and dance. The colors shifted from light to dark green alternating as the clouds darkened the sky. Herds had run for shelter and cuddled up near their families, the idea rather left a bit of a bitter taste in Simbas mouth.
He stood the sole living creature it seemed throughout his kingdom, no matter how the wind blew or the rain poured the King remained UN-phased and his eyes stayed locked on one area, a war was raging. In the lands and in his heart, ever since cub-hood he had been taught to deal with the pressures of ruling a kingdom but nothing had prepared him for any of this. He could sense his mothers worry, she had suggested repeatedly he come out of the rain but he refused to move, not even Zazu could make him budge. His stubbornness was somewhat of a bad habit he hadn't quit succeeded in breaking yet..
He arched an eyebrow as he made out a slim fur in the grass, ears and a head popped out first and then long slender legs, a lean body arched gracefully as the form jumped from rock to rock. The golden colored cat made her way up the side of the place Simba called home before she walked and stood in front of him.
Drenched completely, but still holding all the poise and grace of a queen, Nalas features were blank and her eyes held no signs of life in them. Finally a slight cold furry settled in on her face, her mouth formed a thin line and her body tensed as she stood up, seeing as Simba had no intention of speaking to her.
"You look a little...unkempt." He commented in a somewhat condescending tone, that struck a nerve. Angrily Nala stormed around to face him and pushed her face nearly into his, glaring at him furious by this point.
"How DARE you! You ARROGANT, spoiled, PAMPERERD BRAT!" She snapped back and Simba lowered a somewhat furious gaze of his own to face hers. Nala didn't back down, though he outweighed her and was at least a head taller she used every ounce of fury she was feeling to feel just as big.
"You're an unkempt, traveling cat!" He replied with a slight sneer and an icy tone to match, the two traded insults back and forth at a furious and intense pace. One insult questioning Nalas moral earned Simba a sharp slap in the face before something inside Simba just, snapped.
"Go AWAY!" He roared causing Nala to jump back, surprise clearly written across her features before she narrowed her eyes
"Don't bother joining me at dawn...your highness." She ground out coldly leaving
"I don't CARE! Don't come back for all I care!" Simba snapped after her darkly
"I didn't want you ANYWAY!" He added, Nala froze for a moment before she slowly turned around and stared him down hatefully. Scoffing she walked off and vanished without so much as another reply.
Her sudden movement into the grass as she left the Pride Lands angrily caused a stir, several flower petals twisted and swirled being carried towards a large tree. A hand snatched them and Rafiki watched sadly as Nala continued her journey away from the kingdom, with a sad sigh he smudged the picture on his tree slowly...
All good things must come to an end, sometimes before they even begin...
"What have you done?" He asked out loud sadly
"What...have you...done."
Flashback: A few years prior...
"The mighty hunter stalked his prey; slowly his paws touched the earth. His breathing labored, this was a big one…but it was no match, for the mighty King of the Savannah. As he became one with the grass, he let out a mighty roar; he ran…he leaped…" With a "RAWR" The young prince, Simba, tackled his father who had up until that point been nuzzling his mother Queen Sarabi and the two tumbled away.
"I got ya!" Simba declared proudly as Mufasa let out a hearty laugh, his son had gotten quite good with pouncing since they had taken to playing pranks on Mufasas adviser and old friend Zazu.
"Simba, it's about time for your bath." Sarabi reminded him, without warning she scooped up the young cub and Mufasa watched amused as Simba struggled around complaining of his fur and mane while his mother continued bathing him.
"Dad! SAVE ME!" Simba exclaimed pitifully as Mufasa shook his head in amusement but laid down to watch the comical sight. Sometime later the sky had reached a bright blue and the young prince was groomed to perfection and his mother smiled in satisfaction.
"Awe, DAD! Now I look like, like Zazu!" He said with obvious disdain, no sooner than the insult leave his mouth that the Kings major Domo himself arrived. Zazus pride and feathers were often ruffles by the young prince time and time again.
"I'll have you know young master, I am VERY proud of my appearance." The bird huffed earning a subtle eye roll from the young prince
"Zazus right, you need to look presentable...and clean." His mother added, Simba huffed and looked back and forth between the three
"He still has a banana beak." Simba muttered under his breath walking off as his parents watched amused before turning their attention to Zazu, prepared to listen to all his morning reports.
It was mid-day when Simba finally woke from the nap he had decided to take not too long after he left his family. The Pride-lands could be boring, with no one else to play with, Simba found hunting, playing tag and other games were dull. The only others on the pride were the hunting lionesses were hunting ones and Simbas uncle Scar, trotting up to him Simba snuggled down. In the process, earning a disgruntled sound from his Uncle
"I was sleeping there." He commented as Simba looked up, the younger cub wore an almost apologetically looking expression and Scar rolled his eyes but allowed him to stay.
"I'm bored uncle Scar, there's nothing to do and no one to play with!" He exclaimed
"Go for a swim?" He suggested, hoping something would distract his nephew so he could go back to relaxing. Simba didn't quite get the drift however as he rolled over next to his Uncle, attempting to tackle him in a surprise. Scar rolled his eyes and calmly rolled on his back crushing his nephew under him. Simba grunted and struggled to remove himself before he finally succeeded with a slight "pop" noise.
"Uncle Scar that wasn't funny!" He said pouting
"On contraire I found it terribly amusing." Scar replied with an amused grin before he noticed the look wasn't fading. Though he somewhat despised his brother, his mate and his nephew annoyed him. There were genuine times when he did spare the time to humor his nephew.
"Well look at it this way, once the new cubs arrive you'll have a litter of playmates." He added with mock enthusiasm and Simba looked doubtful before a thought made him frown.
"What if we get…girls?" He asked disgusted somewhat at the idea
"Females do, do the hunting." Scar reminded him with a stretch before he arched his back again; the cub wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
"Come on, we'll go for a walk." He ground out as Simba completely missed the tone and trotted alongside his uncle happily. Ignorance is bliss, this phrase contributed to Simbas ease. The young cub remained blissfully unaware of his Uncles ever growing jealousy towards him and as such, continued to inform him of all the
visits his father took him on. How the animals bowed to him when he walked by, the urge to brag and the ability to muzzle it was one of Simbas weak points. And so, the young cub continued to chat up his uncle who had had noticed was just taking to sighing or nodding at everything he said
"Hey uncle Scar, what if I made you king of your rock?" He asked as Simba looked up at him, an earnest expression written across the cubs' features, had Scar been the sentimental type he probably would have been touched by the innocent gesture.
"Yipee." He replies dryly with a slight roll of his eyes. That, was the ONLY place he could look forward to being king of, for now anyway. Mufasa had been on edge lately, Sarabi had convinced him Simba need to be betrothed sooner rather than later. Scar had made sarcastic remarks the entire time; he didn't see what his brother saw in his mate. She talked far too much for his opinion, often acted as if she were the lion and HE the lionesses and she was far too opinionated. Lionesses were to be seen hunt and not heard, period.
"BONZIE!" Simba yelled jumping into the water and making a cannonball, Scar looked over his shoulder for a moment. He hoped that idiot hyena wasn't anywhere nearby, next to ED he was the stupidest creature Scar had yet to meet, and knowing he had the moron would come running out the moment he heard even a variation of his name.
"Hey uncle Scar, when I'm king and your king, what will that make you?" Simba asked soaked appearing out of the water as he laid on his back and paddled
"The royal jack-ass." He commented as Simba bursts out laughing
"You're funny." He commented as Scar retorted with a mock dry laugh, collapsing in a heap on the ground he continued to lay in the sun allowing his nephew to splash around. Scar dragged his claws across a nearby rock calmly, the sound delighted his ears.
"Uncle Scar, are you gonna have cubs?" He asked causing Scar to nearly scoff at the idea, he needed heirs but none of the pride land females really suited his taste. If they didn't helplessly fawn over his brother they were boarder line lion hating ones in his opinion and none of them struck him as a partner worth spending time with.
"Perhaps." He said casually eying the cub with a slight glint in his eye. Before they could progress in the conversation Zazu came flying in, squawking that some of the lionesses had given birth and the genders were to be determined soon. Scar slinked off back to his cave, not caring to hear the rest of the details, or be around his brothers annoying tag along a second longer then necessary, least he end up digesting the bird to shut him up…
"Are they girls yet?" Simba asked with a disgusted expression
"Young master they don't BECOME females, they are either BORN male or NOT born male." Zazu sighed lecturing the young cub, Simba rolled his eyes and was disappointed to notice his uncle missing: Why did he have to suffer this ALONE?
""Your parents want you to come right now and watch" He added
"Ewe, yuck, why?" He asked
"Not the birth…..you senseless cub, the cubs! They will be gone for a few weeks and return when they are older." Zazu explained flapping his wings and flying off as Simba rolled his eyes, shaking his fur off then following Zazu home. He didn't see what the big deal was anyway
"Hey Zazu, if no girls are born what's gonna happen then?" Simbas asked hoping this whole odd situation would vanish if the odds were in his favor.
"Then the search begins young master." Zazu replied from overhead as Simba looked confused but continued to follow. His questions more than before now…why did he need to find a female to play with? And why did they have to search for her?
A/N This is chapter one, just wanted to give everyone a feel of what was going on.
Chapter 2 should be posted by next week or a week and a half from now hopefully if all goes according to plan. I hope you like this, until next time. Happy Reading, Princess Starfire! Reviews are lovely! =O