A/N: Hello, I just wanted to let you guys know that this story will be dark at times, but it is appropriate for older children and teens. Also a heads up, Mufasa and Sarabi are not nice in this to say the least.
P.S: Mufasa and Sarabi are extremely out of character in this..
"I-I can't Dad!" Simba whimpered, trying to fight back tears.
"Do it Simba!" Mufasa growled, extending His claws threateningly at His son.
"P-please don't force me!" Simba begged, "I can't!"
"Do as I say!" Mufasa roared, nearly scaring Simba half to death.
Young Simba looked down at a small male cub laying on the ground shaking in fear, afraid of what was going to happen to Him. Simba extended His claws then raised His paw in the air, and brought it down on the cub's neck. The other young cub started to gurgle and cough up blood, while staring into Simba's eyes with horror, wondering why He was doing this.
This was apart of Simba's training to become king, Mufasa would constantly tell Him He needed to be harder if He wanted to be king, and often made Him kill innocent creatures. The king even went as far as to make Simba fight Him at times, much to Sarabi's complaint, but He really gave Her no say.
Not that She didn't fully support what Her husband was doing, but sometimes He would take it a bit to far. Such as fracturing Simba's rib, or knocking Him out because He threw Him on the ground to hard.
The cub Simba had in His grasp slowly stopped moving, as the life started to drain from His eyes. Eventually all of His movement ceased, and He died right then and there with Simba's claw marks embedded in His throat.
The young prince felt a sick feeling in His stomach, while His Father was satisfied with His son's actions.
"Well done Simba," Mufasa grinned, seeming to have enjoyed it.
"B-but I killed Him!" Simba cried, bursting into tears.
Mufasa rolled His eyes, and looked down at Simba with disgust.
"Simba He was going to die eventually one way or another!" Mufasa scoffed.
"W-what do you mean Dad?" Simba asked.
"How many times must I tell you to call me Mufasa!" The king barked, "don't call me your Father!"
"I'm sorry." Simba sniffled, not wanting to make Him mad.
"All males are exiled or killed once they reach adolescents," Mufasa informed Him, "it's for the greater good."
"I-I don't understand!" Simba said, clearly upset.
"Any male is a threat to your throne," Mufasa said, "you'll understand when your older."
Simba wondered how His Father could look and act so cold towards His own subjects. Mufasa didn't seem to care about anyone, and only worried about His precious throne! Truthfully Simba didn't want it at all, after seeing what it did to Mufasa, but He would never ever tell Mufasa that.
"Okay," Simba sighed, not wanting to argue with Him.
"Good," Mufasa said, nodding with satisfaction," now come here."
Simba walked closer to His Father, looking down at the ground.
"Simba you need to learn how to fight if your going to defend your territory," Mufasa told Him, "do you remember what we did last time?"
"Yes," Simba nodded meekly.
"Alright, now lay on your back." Mufasa said.
Simba did what He was told, prepared to brace the pain.
After Simba did this, Mufasa started to dig His claws into Simba's tiny chest and started to run them down the front of His body.
"Now, what have I taught you?" Mufasa asked.
"A-a King must n-never show weakness!" Simba groaned, through gritted teeth.
"What else?" Mufasa asked, staring at Simba with an nonchalant expression.
"Y-you must never show mercy or f-forgiveness!" Simba said while squirming, "a-anyone who d-defies you deserves p-pain!"
"Very good!" Mufasa smiled, getting off of Simba.
Simba cried out in pain as soon as Mufasa got off of Him, and rolled over on His chest.
"Maybe this will teach you to do what I ask the first time," Mufasa said, simply.
With that Mufasa walked off casually towards pride rock to rest in His den, like He always did leaving Simba by Himself. Simba got to His paws, then shook the dust off of Himself, before stepping over the cub He had just murdered.
The young cub planned to go to the grasslands pride to visit some of His friends, which He couldn't do often. Mufasa didn't want Simba to have any friends whatsoever, and didn't even know that Simba had been sneaking away to visit His friends in another pride every few days.
The grasslands were a neighboring pride that didn't have any type of relationship with the pride lands at all really, neither bothered each other or had any problems, so the King and His queen gladly welcomed Simba to come any time.
"Simba!" Zazu said, suddenly from behind, "were do you think your going?"
Simba sighed, and turned around to face Zazu, Mufasa's most trusted advisor, basically His eyes and ears.
"Just to the water hole," Simba shrugged, "that's okay isn't it?"
"Don't try to fool me Simba!" Zazu frowned," I know what your up to! try to sneak off somewhere again aren't you?"
"No Zazu!" Simba said nervously, "I was just going to play."
"With whom?" Zazu questioned.
"Just by myself," Simba replied innocently, "you know I am not allowed around other cubs."
"Alright, but any funny business and I'll report straight to your Father!" Zazu huffed.
"Zazu can I please go now?" Simba asked, eager to leave.
"Very well!" Zazu said, "shoo!"
Zazu could be gullible, telling Him lies was like nothing! Simba was happy to get away from His life as a prince for a while to just be normal, even if it was only for a few hours.
"Come on Josiah!" A young light brown female cub with hazel eyes pouted, "you gotta give me a chance to have the ball!"
"Don't get upset because your losing Yamina!" Josiah teased.
Yamina and Josiah were both brother and Sister, prince and princess of the grassland pride. They spent most of their free time playing around their home, unlike their unfortunate friend Simba.
Both were very free spirited, energetic and full of life. They also both tended to be quite mischievous more often than not, but Josiah was more mischievous than His sister.
"Hey guys!" Simba yelled, running up to them at full speed.
"What's up dude!" Josiah grinned, bumping heads with Simba.
"Hi Simba!" Yamina said, giving Him a friendly nuzzle.
"Woah, what's up with the claw marks?" Josiah asked, looking at Simba's beaten body.
"Uh, I got into an accident." Simba lied, trying to think of a good excuse.
"You sure that was an accident?" Yamina asked, looking closer and the marks, "it looks pretty intentional to me."
"It's nothing really," Simba said quickly, "my Dad just got a little carried away that's all."
Josiah and Yamina shared worried glances, Simba had come with bruises before but they thought nothing of it since He often played ruff.
"Simba did your Dad do that to you on purpose?" Josiah asked, pointing to the marks.
"Uh, n-no," Simba said shaking His head, "well yeah, but I deserved it."
"What did you do that was so bad then?" Josiah asked.
"It's nothing guys, let's just play okay?" Simba asked, wanting to get off the subject.
"I guess..."Yamina said, quietly.
"Well what do you want to play?" Josiah asked, still concerned, but not wanting to say more.
"Hmm, how about tag!" Simba suggested, "your it!"
Simba tapped Josiah on His shoulder before running away laughing contently, Josiah followed closely behind Him laughing as well, Yamina stayed behind for a moment, before deciding to run after them, forgetting about what Simba just said.
They must have played all day, because before they knew it the sun was starting to go down, but Simba didn't pay any attention to the time, but He should have been. By the time sundown rolled around, the trio of cubs were playing pinned yah near the sun bathing rocks, Josiah was creaming both of them but it was still fun.
Pretty soon Josiah and Yamina's Mother, Queen Afia came out to get them for dinner.
"Children!" She called, in Her warm motherly tone, "aren't you hungry?"
"Aww mom! just five more minutes please!" Yamina begged.
"But it's nearly sundown," Afia said, "you ought to be going to bed soon."
"Sundown!" Simba gasped, looking up at the sky.
"You should get home to Simba," Afia told Him, "your parents must be worried about you, unless they are okay with you staying for dinner."
"I wish I could but I gotta go!" Simba said, almost franticly.
"Simba is something the matter?" Afia asked, raising Her eyebrow.
"No, I just gotta go or my Dad will be really upset!" Simba said, "thanks for letting me play though!"
"Anytime Sim-"
Afia stopped speaking when She noticed the long claw marks on Simba chest, going down towards His stomach.
"Simba, what happened to your chest?" Afia asked, frowning slightly.
"Oh, uh I got into some trouble with hyenas!" Simba lied, thinking quickly, "it's nothing really."
"They just attacked you like that?" Afia questioned, "in the pride lands?"
"Yeah," Simba nodded.
"Are you okay?" Afia asked," do you need me to walk you h-"
"No!" Simba yelled, suddenly, "I-I mean no that's okay, i'll be fine on my own really."
Afia found Simba's behavior strange, but decided not to push the matter any further, after all it was really none of Her business what He did.
"If your sure," Afia said, "come on children, your Father's waiting."
"Bye Simba!" Yamina said, not even looking at Him.
Yamina quickly followed behind Her mother, but Josiah stayed behind a few extra minutes to talk to Simba about what He said.
"Simba why did you lie to our mom?" Josiah asked," that's not what you told us earlier."
"I just didn't want Her to freak out or anything!" Simba lied again, "look I have to go okay?"
"Simba your acting really weird today," Josiah stated, "what's going on with you?"
"Just leave alone alright!" Simba snapped, before storming off.
"Wait! I was just trying to help!" Josiah called after Simba, but He didn't listen.
Josiah gave up calling Simba and decided He would just talk to His parents tonight about Simba's strange behavior, He had His suspicions of why Simba had acted that way, but didn't want to jump to conclusions. He just hoped He could help His friend and get to the bottom of what was going on.
Simba arrived back home just as night fell, He was met at the den entrance by His angry parents.
"Where were you all this time?!" Mufasa boomed, "you know you are to be back at sundown!"
"I was just playing..."Simba said, softly.
"With who?" Mufasa growled, "you know your not to play with anyone!"
"Nobody!" Simba said, just by myself.
"What incompetent fool loses track of the time when He is by Himself?" Mufasa growled, "what is the matter with you?!"
"I was just thinking I could-"
"Thinking?! no you were not thinking!" Mufasa nearly roared," if you used your brain you could remember when to come back!"
"I'm sorry Mufasa..."Simba said, tears welling up in His eyes.
"You are forbidden from leaving the den tomorrow, and Zazu will watch you to make sure you don't!" Mufasa said, glaring at Simba, "do I make myself clear?"
"Yes sir," Simba said, sadly.
"Now get out of my sight!" Mufasa spat, "I don't want to see you again for the rest of the night! you will sleep below pride rock!"
"But it's cold!" Simba protested.
"Is that my problem?" Mufasa said coldly, "maybe next time you won't be such an idiot!"
Simba looked at His mother for help, but got a cold stare in response. The prince decided to do what He was told, and started to trudge down the stairs, but not before turning around to ask something.
"What about dinner?" Simba asked.
"Figure it out!" Mufasa snapped, before going back into the den with Sarabi.
Simba sighed, then decended pride rock. Once He reached the bottom He lay down on the soft green grass at the foot of the stairs, and curled up trying to find warmth. Sometimes He wondered why His parents were so cruel to Him, even for the slightest things, His mother could care less about Him, His Father abused Him constantly, and He had nobody to talk to at Home.
Something had to change, He couldn't go on like this forever. His parents were never going to treat Him with a hint of respect, so He would have to find a way to escape this...but He had nowhere to go! He would become a rouge lion, never having a home, roaming endlessly.
This was all He had, so He would just have to make due with it for the moment.
A/N: Aww! poor Simba! I kind of feel bad for making the little guy suffer, it will only get worse however. I decided to try something different and make Mufasa evil, it's stepping out of my comfort zone a little. Anyway I will update soon, Goodnight!