Akuna Matata: the untoldstory of young Simba/nala
(A/N:This story starts right before ,and during the stampede.im not sure when itll end. R&R please :) plus the lines might not be all accurate so feel free to correct me
side note:some of simbas(or nalas) spellings/wording or how they talk are ment to be wrong because their still kids in a sence )
Chapter One:"Run Run away..and never return!"
Scar and Simba walked down into the gourge that he told his nephew there whould be a surprise. "Cmon uncle Scar!" Simba pleaded all the way down into the deep gouge.Scar acted playful and shook his head no.
"Youll just have to wait until your daddy gets here!..But dont worry this surprise is big enough for both of you! Youll be very surpised,its very..uh unexpected..you like surprises dont you buddy?"
Simba nodded his tail swishing back,and forth as he followed his uncle into the gourge.what chould it be that my uncle has for dad, i? i mean maybe its...nahh maybe its a giant dead anatilope or something neato like that. He smiled to himself as he imagined Scar showing himself,and his dad a giant peice of meat that Scar had found somewhere.He imagined him saying "All this is for you Simba,and Mufasa for being such a good brother and nephew!"
He was quickly brought down from his day dream when he saw Scar way ahead of him.He yelled to him "Uncle Scar wait up!" he cried as he speed up,and now walked beside him.He looked up at him and smiled.Scar smiled back down.He didn't see the evil smirk.
When they got on level ground again in the gourge,Scar continued to keep walking,advancing on a little rock with a small tree providing shade."OK,now stay here.
You dont wanna find out what the surprise is and ruin it right?" Simba smiled,and said "Acually i do wanna know what it is...cant you just tell me? You know and i can act all surpised? Like wowie!" He giggled.and Scar smiled temporarly then stopped right by the tree looking at Simba. "Now wait here..like i said your father has a marvelous surprise for you!"
Simba sounded surprised still even when Scar had told him about it less the five mintues ago. "Woah ..what is it?" maybe if i spring it on him at the last secound he will make a mistake and tell me! His uncle laughed "If i told you now it whouldn't be a surprise now whould it?" This runt is determined for me to ruin the plan but i wont do it.
Scar thought to himself as he watched his nephew sit down.Simba got right up in Scar's face,and practically begged him "Cmon uncle Scar if you tell me ill still act surprised."
Now he was getting annoyed,so he put some force into his answer this time but still in that tone that Simba thought was his real personality. "OO ooo oo you are such a naughty boy" Simba's ears drooped a little.He got up on two paws resting on his uncles chest.
"Cmon Uncle Scar..."
"No no no,this is just for you,and your daddy...You know a sort of father son.Thing.Well Id better go and get him!" Simba made to follow him "I'l go with you!" He stopped him. He yelled "No!...uhh hehe no..." Simba's ears drooped again. "Just stay on this rock..you whouldn't want to end up in another mess like you did with the hyenas?"
"You know about that?"Simba asked sounded both depressed,and embarresed. Scar put on a sypathetic lip that he thought was sutible. "Simba...everybody knows about that."
"Really?"
"Oh yes..lucky Daddy was there to save you,eh?...Oh ,and just between us..you might want to work on that little roar of yours hm?" Simba nodded "Oh...Ok..."
And with that Scar turned on his heels,and left Him sitting on that rock.But if he told him to stay here while he went to get his father. He called out one last time "Hey, Uncle Scar,will i like this surprise?"
"Simba..its to die for." He said turning his head slightly,with a slightly evil smirk.He then walked away. Now he was alone,he plopped down on the rock to think about something.His mind trailed to Nala,his best friend.
I wonder if she'll be surprised? I'll be happy but i wont go running up to her and say "Look Nala i got this great surpise from Uncle scar for me and my dad! That whould surley hurt her feelings expecially because her dad had run away and ditched both Sarafina,and their cub.So Nala had grown up without a father.
But Nala had always hung out around Mufasa alot.She had grown to like him,and because he was so nice to her had thought of him as a secound father.
Telling Nala about the surprise whould only make her sad,and posibly jealous,whatever that was.He then thought about some of the talks he,and his father had had all this time.The recent one about the Kings of the past really had a impact on him.His thoughts then drifted to Zazu saying that he whould be forced to marry Nala.
a tradition? What kind of tradition makes you marry your best friend? That will never happen,i will never like Nala the way dad and mom do..thats just gross..uck! He stuck his touge out at the thought of seeing himself and Nala hug.Sure he chould prolly talk to her about anything but they were kids...they didn't need to worry right now.
Simba relized just now that he was alone,and missed the company of someone to talk to. why is he taking to long? He thought to himself as he looked around at the gourge.He decided to talk to himself to try,and make some time pass.He hummed i just cant wait to be king a few times and then spoke out loud.
"Oh i just cant wait to be kiiing!" It echoed around the gourge a few times.He laughed at how the sound vibrated making it seem there were more then just one Simba down in this stupied gourge. That was cool! My voice just like bounced off the walls of the canyon! I wonder if i can do that again? He took in a big breath,and sang a few more words. Its not the same without Nala here...im singing to myself...hey maybe the Simba's in the side of the walls can help.
He sang a few more words of the song but all the sound did was echo. Simba got annoyed thinking that the echos were real,and not just sound. "Hey! thats my part you cheaters! You stoled my words." The echo repeated him "Hey(hey hey hey)Thats myy part you cheaters! You stoled my words!"
Simba was now annoyed,angry ,and having fun at the same time. "Stop that..stop copying me!" The echo repeated him again. Oh forget it then he thought to himself.If these other lions that sounded like him wanted to copy him,let them. He whouldn't give them the satasfaction of making fun of Simba.
If they wanted to play copy cats then let them say something first. They didnt.Simba smiled with happiness,and layed down resting his head on his front paws thinking about what his uncle had just said.
"Little roar..puhh." He went to lay his head down and then saw a Iguana comming off a branch. I'll show Scar! I'll make this guy go running scared from the future king! He thought to himself as he snuck up on it. He roared at it. All that came out was a scratchy "Rrrar!" The Iguana kept going like nothing had happened.
He leapt up and followed it,and roared again "Rrrrar!" It kept going. He took in a deep breath this time with his chest expanding,and roared as big as he chould.This time the little roar echoed around again and the iguana ran away shocked,and scared.
He smiled haha they helped me scar this iguana. His smile faded slowly as he looked at the ground.He saw pebbles moving. hehe the pebbles are trying to get away too! He thought to himself to try,and keep himself calm.
He looked up seeing bird's flying away,then to the opening of the gourge with a big slope.The sound was comming from there,and it was comming closer..They were buffallo.
Simba gasped,his heart leaping faster and faster. His dad had told him how his grandfather(Mufasa's dad) had been nearly trampled by a heard of them.Was this going to be Simba's fate as well? His ears drooped very long,and scrammbled to get out of the way.
Buffalo were stupied and communcating with them when they were spooked was a death sentence.He ran for it running as fast as he chould. My..roar must have scareded them..they were eating grass,and..they heard my roar and they got scarder. He didnt have time to complete his thoughts.the buffallo were already closing in not seeing Little Simba despretly trying to get away.
He was in the lead trying to run as fast as his four little legs whould go.He kept telling himself "Go legs! faster! faster!" But they whouldnt listen to him. Im...not going to die in this stampede! he told himself as hooves surounded him trying to escape. Daddy...daddy will come down here and safe me again,just like at the graveyard! Yes yes thats whats gonna happen
He didnt care what punishment he got for putting himself in danger again. All he wanted was to be safe in his cave with the pride.Playing Tag with Nala.Or steal the stick(A game where Simba or Nala had a stick,then the other ran to grab it and steal it.) He tried remembering the last time they played it as he ran through the dust coughing,willing himself not to cry.Because crying whould only slow him down and he whould surley die.
flashback
He,and Nala were in a open field.They were the same age now,and old enough to play with each other. Nala looked at Simba and shook her tail side to side. "Cmon Simba lets make up a game to play together!
Tag is a too little old for us now." She glanced around,saw a stick,and took it in her mouth then called Zazu over,her mouth muffled. Both cubs giggled. "Zaaasss Zuuuu!" She yelled through little fits of giggling.Zazu came fluttering down by them,and smiled at them "Yes Nala?"
"You have to be the watcher who knows whos winning!" She said happily setting down the stick. Zazu nodded,and sighed,muttered ''Im getting to old for this.",and sat down on a tree limb to watch. "What are the rules of the game then." he asked looking down at the cubs. Simba shrugged
"Ask Nala..she had the idea." Nala sat down for a moment,and bent her head in thinking.Few mintues later she smiled in triumph. "Ok i got it! One of us will grab the stick and then run with it,while the other chases us,and then takes it.Whoever takes it the mostest times wins!"
Zazu nodded ready to keep count.Or as best count as a hornbill could get at it. Nala grabbed the stick,and started running.Simba immiditly followed her close behind.They went in cirlcle after circle.Finnally Simba intercepted Nala,grabbed the stick from her teeth,and began to run.
Zazu followed them flying over head trying to keep track how many times each cub had it.Zazu then called for a time out.Both cubs tripped,and landed in the grass with Nala pinning Simba.She giggled,and got up. "OK zazu who won the stick game?"
"UM..how are am i soppose to know when the game stops and who wins?" Simba laughed "You should know Zazu! Your the score keeper..so who wined the mostest times?" Zazu merly shrugged "Nala had it four times,and then Simba had it three times..but you kept going,and i lost count after four Simba."
"But which is mostest..three or four?" Both cubs asked at the exactly same time.
"Well four is more then three so Nala wins!" She cheered running around. "That means that i get to choose the next game."
Simba went to open his mouth but stopped.If Zazu said Nala had won then she did.He didnt even see Nala tackle him.He yelled,and they rolled down a small mud hill,littered with leaves,and dirt.
They both landed in it.Simba first and Nala secound because she had pinned him on Top for the secound time. Zazu yelled with fustration as mud spattered all over himself.
He flew down to them "You cubs just had a bath! Look now..your mothers are both going to be mad at me!" Nala laughed,and shook off some of the mud on her.Some still was on her fur.Most covering her face "We'll tell them that this was our fault ok Zazu?"
"Or Bananna Beak as i like to call him." Nala giggled,and Zazu scowled. They both followed Zazu home,both covered with drying mud that was hard to get off.
end flashback
Now he was running for his life,and all he saw of Nala was that sad dissapointed face from last night.That sadness in her voice when she said "I thought you were very brave..." Then he remembered his fathers voice "I will always be here to guide you..." He imagined the shocked face He whould see when Mufasa rescued him from the gourge that was about to happen any time now. He imagined his voice with dissapointment "Simba..why whould you go into that gourge? You know better then that!"
He saw himself trying to explain to him that it wasnt his fault.Saw Scar shaking his head in denial "I told him Mufasa...to stay out of there! He didn't listen to me!."
He saw a tree ahead and ran for it,then jumped onto it,scrambled up to the top and tried hanging there the tree shaking violently from the hundreds of hooves hitting it.He hung on for dear life.He didnt want to die this way.
He wanted to die a hero,die in a battle to save Nala from something evil.Zazu flew twords him,Simba didn't catch on right away though.When he saw Zazu he cried out almost crying with fear. "Zazu, help me!"
All the bird chould do was flap his wings,then say "Your father is on the way! Hold on!" Simba called back to him "Hurry!" The tree shook more now.
He was very scared,and didnt know if his dad whould get there in time, But was glad that he hadnt drank any water eariler. He heard his father cry out "Hold on Simba!" As a part of the root broke off,He yelled.He gripped the tip of the tree more.
He saw his dad enter the stampede,but lost sight of him almost right away.A buffalo hit the tree,it cracked even more.He hoped the tree whould hold up until his father reached him.He was getting closer.
He heared his father roar.He must have been hit by the buffallo.But he got up almost immeditly,and kept going for Simba.the tree finnally snapped,and he flew through the air moving his legs around trying to stay balanced. Luckily his father caught him in his mouth while he was in the air,and landed.
He was now being carried through the stampede,he thought they were safe now but Mufasa roared again,then dropped Simba.
He rolled away into the path of oncomming hooves.He tried dodging a few,but there were too many comming at him.He didnt know which way to turn.His father suddenly grabbed him again and ran as fast as he chould twords a small ledge.All he had to do was set him down.A buffallos head rammed into the back of Mufasa,and he flew backwards.
Simba now watching the whole thing yelled "DAD!" now very scared and fearful.All he cared about was his dad hoping he whould be alright.His eyes were now round and fearful.
As he flew backwards,Simba looked fowards into the herd trying to find his dad. cmon..please jump out...please jump...why is he taking so long! His eyes glancing left,and right trying to see where he might jump from.He was getting even more worried now.He still hadnt come out of the herd yet.
Finnally with a roar he lept out,and onto the big sloppy rock ledge that was near Simba.He sighed that his father was Ok. His ears lifted with hope.He looked around seeing plently of room to climb up.He did so as fast as he chould.Mufasa was despretly trying to reach the top.Simba turn turned and ranup the slope to try and somehow help him.
It was along way up,and he was tired from running.But he had to get to the top,and help him.
He heared another distant roar that sounded in pain,but didnt care at this moment.
This pleading roar was Mufasas last before Scar let him fall.But Simba didnt see His uncle. All he saw when he reached the top of the ledge was His father falling yelling to his death.All Simba chould do was yell with all his heart. "Nooooooooooooo!" The yell echoed everywhere.
Simba was breathing hard,harder then ever in his life.He had just seen his father,his best friend(besides Nala) fall into the heard of wilda beast's,and it was all Simba's fault.Maybe if he hadnt roared at that stupied iguana.Maybe just maybe his father whould still be here now.
He chouldn't think as he ran down the steep hill,he held back his tears.The great Mufasa chouldn't be killed so easily! daddys still alive..i know it,then we can all go home. He thought to himself as he landed on the ground and trotted over to where Mufasa's body lay. "DAD!" he said stopping by his ear.
"Dad...wake up.." He got up on two paws and shook him.He didnt move.Simba was getting scared.He tried again;shaking him harder this time,he even tugged on his ear once. "Dad wake up..."
He tugged on his ear again. "C'mon dad...we gotta go home.." Now he chouldn't hold back his tears. He ran a few feet away from his fathers body and yelled out "HELLLLLP!" noone answered. He yelled again "Heeellp! anyone." Tears leaked out. "Help...anyone.."
At first he was shocked.He sniffed and shivered.He began to cry,the tears just pouring down his cheek.He chouldn't stop it.He let them pour down his cheek.He walked over to his fathers body and lifted his leg with his head and scooted under it,layed down and cried into his stomach.
Mufasa chouldn't comfort him now.He,Simba didnt know how long he lay there until he heared footsteps behind him.He sniffled again and looked.He saw scar standing above him,his face emotionless as it always was.
He said one thing "Simba...what have you done?" Simba backed up shaking his head. "I didnt mean too!...there was a stampede..and he tried to save me..i didnt mean for it to happen!."
Scar shushed him fakely and pulled him in close. "Of course noooot of course nooot,noone ever means for these things to happen..." Scar chouldn't hide the smile "But the king isss dead...if it werent for you he'd still be alive." Simba looked up at his uncle,terified,his eyes very wide.
He backed away again.He didnt like the way Scar was acting.He was acting as if he enjoyed saying the king was dead. Simba looked at his father's body and back at Scar. Scar's smiled faded a little. "Ohh what will your mother think?'' Simba looked up "What am i going to do?" Scar leaned foward.
"Run,run away... and never return."
Simba scuttered off and ran as fast as he chould.He was told to run away and never return.That was exactly what he was going to do.He didnt know where he was running,or how far it was,but he was deffinitly running away.IM...a murder,its all my fault...how chould i do such a thing?I killed my own father.He started to cry again but he stopped himself.
He came to a long ledge filled with rocks.He looked behind him and saw the three hyena's chasing after him.He yelled and scuried up the wall of rubble as fast as he chould.Slipping once or twice he finnally got there and kept running.He then stopped,and saw,down below saw miles of thrones.
But he didnt have time he stepped foward and tripped,and then rolled down the hill and into the throne bushes.He was small enough that he fit nicely into a small open hole with no thrones.He kept running twords the setting sun.All he heard was the echo of "We'll kill ya!" But that did not stop him.
He kept running.Simba didn't care about his legs getting tired. "I'm never going back!"He told himself.
Finnally when he stopped to rest,breathing rather fast he was very hungry but didn't see anything around.He sighed then layed down to rest.He chould not get the image of Mufasa's face out of his head.All of the terror shocked face,that powerful roar of his..It was going to give him a big scar that he whould never get over.
What..am i going to do now,my dad died because of me,and i dont have any place to go..im going to die out here,sad and alone. He sat down,then bowed his head,and layed down on the now cold ground because of the darkness,and tried to sleep.He had nightmares the whole night.
(A/N: hope you liked chapter one.this ideas was bugging me for a while so i started it.Hope you enjoy chapter two :) )