Author's Note: I don't own anything
Scar spent most of the night awake staring at the sky. He couldn't sleep and he was still upset at his mother. He often wondered if he ran away if she would even notice. She probably wouldn't seeing as her whole world revolved around Mufasa.
Scar climbed up onto pride rock and stared out at the savannah. He felt so alone and he had no friends, not a soul to talk to. Scar sighed as he plopped himself down. "You should be asleep," came the voice of Sarabi.
Scar turned to face her and he said, "So should you."
Sarabi smiled as she sat down with him. Scar would never openly admit to it, but he had a crush on her. He was scared to admit to it. It was also known that Mufasa had a crush on Sarabi.
"How are things with your mother?" asked Sarabi.
"Complicated as always," he sighed.
"Maybe if you tried to get along, things would work?"
"I've tried that too many times."
"Cheer up, things will change and get better! You will see!"
Scar wouldn't get his hopes up. "Well Sarabi, I'm going to go to sleep. I will see you in the morning? Okay?"
"All right Scar! Goodnight."
Scar jumped off the rock and when he came to the enterance to the den he found his mother was awake and was waiting for him. Her claws tapped into the ground and when she saw Scar she glared. "What were you doing with Sarabi?" his mother asked.
"Nothing Mother."
"Don't lie to me!" his mother sneered.
"I'm telling you the truth," he argued.
His mother swiped him across the face with her paw and scratched him. "Stay away from her, I will not have you messing with my affairs. She is to be with Mufasa, and not you."
Scar held a paw to his face where his mother had scratched him. He was in shock at his mother and didn't say a word as she went back into the den. "Someday," he muttered underneath his breath.