Hello all, and welcome to my latest story. I've found that I have never written a Taka/Scar-centric story, and I felt that I should remedy that fact. PLEASE DO NOT FORGET TO LEAVE ME A REVIEW! Updates are not going to be on a set schedule, and I have a busy life, so they won't be every day, but I'll try to post whenever I can. Well, I think that I have done enough blabbing, so without any further ado, here is the first chapter!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING

Ahadi, king of the entirety of the Pridelands, stood atop the regal, magnificent stone much better known as Pride Rock. The gentle African wind brushed upon his midnight black mane, bristling the king's golden fur.

The king opened his eyes, revealing a color of amber, with tints of brown spread throughout his pupils. The sun gave the light from its rays, illuminated the bright green grass and the small grove of trees that clearly defined the boundary of Pridelander Territory.

At that precise moment, Ahadi felt a light muzzle press up against his right cheek. The king smiled knowing that the muzzle belonged to a brown-furred green-eyed lioness that he adored to the very fiber of his being.

"Good morning Uru."

The queen of the Pridelands grinned at her king, and the two silently pressed their muzzles together. Not long after, they both pulled back, and Uru spoke, her voice carrying a gentle and soft yet joyful tone.

"I have great news Ahadi."

The king's face transfigured into a puzzled expression, the monarch having no inclination of what this particular information may consist of. Uru laughed softly at his indecision.

"Ahadi….I am with cub!"

The king frowned, slightly surprising his mate. Uru frowned as well, but for an entirely different reason. "Ahadi? Isn't this good news?"

Ahadi sighed. "Uru…we agreed that Mufasa would be the only-"

Uru snarled in response to that statement. "Ahadi, you knew I was in heat, but-"

"Uru, I'm not that upset! This is just a bit of a surprise, that's all!"

The queen's brown face made an expression that made it clear that she was in no way convinced. Ahadi faked a smile, and nuzzled his wife gently.

"Don't worry darling, I'm happy. I'm just a little worried that this cub will try to take…never mind…speaking of Mufasa, where is he?"

Uru smiled at the thought of her two-month old son and heir. "He's with my father. I think he's telling him and Sarabi stories about his reign."

Ahadi smiled as well at that thought. After Mohatu had given up the throne to Uru and himself, the old lion had not had much action other than an advising role. Since the birth of Prince Mufasa, Mohatu had been able to fill a role that very few lions could even dream of having; the role of a Grandfather.

Uru then began to retreat back into the den, with Ahadi following close behind, silently getting used to the idea that he was going to be the father of a cub once again.

Four Months Later…

Uru's cries of pain greatly unnerved King Ahadi as he paced around on the tip of Pride Rock, waiting for the opportunity to see his new cub for the first time.

The queen had been in labor for eight hours now, two hours more than she had been with Prince Mufasa. With every passing second, Ahadi grew more and more nervous over the safety of his wife, but not necessarily his cub. The king still did not know what to think of being a father again.

The nagging paranoia that this cub would try to steal the throne from Mufasa still lingered, the thought coming into his mind almost every single day. As hard as he tried to push these thoughts away, the nostalgia pressed onward and upward.

At that moment, Rafiki slowly padded out of the den, his head leaning against his staff in a combination of exhaustion and sadness. Ahadi ran up to the mandrill in anticipation.

"How did it all go? What happened with the birth? Is Uru feeling all right?"

Rafiki held up a hand to silence the king, and he then spoke softly. "The cub has been born. It is a male, and he is healthy. Uru, I'm afraid, is not faring too well. She has lost a lot of blood, and her chances of surviving and dying are pretty even at the moment."

Ahadi narrowed his eyes. "May I see them?"

Rafiki nodded, and motioned towards the inside of the den, and Ahadi slowly padded inside, the light of the sun illuminating the area less and less the further inside he traveled.

That was when he saw Uru sleeping, her stomach rising up and down, lying in a small puddle of her own crimson blood. Several meters away from her, a small bundle of mangle fur lay peacefully slumbering as well.

Ahadi let a small, deep growl flow through his muzzle. He slowly made his approached the little cub. Let it be known that Rafiki had re-entered the den as well, and was now standing several meters behind Ahadi. Meanwhile, the king now had a clear view of the brown ball of fur that was his second son.

"So it was you that has caused my dear Uru all of this pain, and may even end her life! Some son you are to your mother…I think I know exactly what to name you. Taka. Trash, because you have been nothing but trash to your mother."

Rafiki now made his opinion known. "I agree with the name your majesty. Only trash would harm someone as great as Uru."

As if she was waiting for her cue, Uru now awoke, and she turned to Ahadi, beaming proudly at her mate, and she spoke, very softly I might add.

"Ahadi…look at our son…isn't he precious?"

The king of the Pridelands grumbled in annoyance. "Oh, he is precious all right. So very…very…precious."

Well, that is going to be all that I am going to write for now! As mentioned previously, please do not forget to kindly leave me a review. I will try to have the next chapter up whenever I can, but it might be a little while, so please hang with me here. Well, until the next time, take care and thank y'all very much for reading!

-Tex-