A Human friend, a lion's heart

I do not own Kimba the white lion, only the characters that come popping up into my head. I'm sorry for not writing this story, but I just didn't seem to have the mind to writ about my new idea for the chapter of this story.

Journey through the jungle and past lives: part 2

"New York City is one of the biggest cities within the world that if anyone who isn't use to city life, they wind up losing their way on the streets." Rick began as he told Kimba about his home. "I've always loved the city because I get to rip up the concrete when I would ride on my skateboard on the pavement of my hometown.

"A skateboard is a board that is hitched to wheels underneath it. You push with your foot to make yourself go while also picking up speed within the process. It's really fun and you can do a lot of tricks on the skateboard as well; and I bet I can beat you in a race on it with both my hands tied behind my back Kimba."

"We'll just see about that," challenged Kimba in good humor.

Rick laughed at Kimba when he heard the young lion's enthusiasm before continuing on with his story.

"Anyways, my city home was one of the best places that I was ever born in on earth, because I got to hang out with my friends a lot; although, there are a lot of dangers within my old home."

"What kind of dangers are there back in your home?" asked Kimba out of curiosity.

"Well," started Rick as he thought about the things that were dangerous within the city. "There are criminals who hide out in abandoned places like warehouses, old homes and alleyways. There are also the gangsters that roam the streets at night so if you're not careful then you'll wind up dead on the floor."

"That must be a pretty hard life for you when you're living in a city like that," indicated Kimba as he looked at the young human that sat beside him.

"Yeah; it is sometimes," agreed Rick with a shrug of his shoulders. "But my family and I somehow manage to over come the dangers. Now where was I? Oh yeah, I also have some human friends back at home that I would always hang out with after school."

"What's a school?" asked Kimba confused.

"It's a place where kids and teenagers go to learn stuff like science, math, language arts; all kinds of stuff." Rick explained with a chuckle. "Sometimes we get homework to work on just to keep ourselves busy and so that we don't fall behind in class. Now, as I was saying; my friends and I would always hang out with each other after school by going to places that are of interest to us. We would always hang out at Central Park, skating parks, snack bars and the beach. We do almost everything together when we have a lot of time on our hands, even in the summer time. Boy, do I miss the good old days with those guys. We would always wonder around the city together just to look for adventure and fun stuff to do, but the fun times soon came to an end when my friends started hanging out with the wrong crowed within our school. That was when we all made the biggest mistake of our lives.

"One day, Tim suggested that we all hang out at the junkyard where his new friends were and we'd all agreed on that, but even though I had agreed to it I wasn't really sure that it was a good idea. I wish I had just voiced my thoughts sooner that way we wouldn't have gone there in the first place. Tim told us that the gang would meet us in the junkyard in the middle of the night. We did just that without telling our parents about it as we snuck into a large opening within the fence which was big enough for use to go through, but little did we know of the danger that was waiting for us on the other side. My friends and I searched for the people that had invited us to join them that night, but all we found was a pack on junkyard dogs growling and snapping their teeth at us.

"We began to run for our lives as the dogs chased us through the junkyard with them right on our heels."

"That must be really scary in facing those creatures," indicated Kimba as he turned his head away with a frown gracing his face.

"It was," replied Rick with a nod of his head before turning his eyes up towards the sky. "I still have nightmares about them when ever I try to sleep at night. The same goes for my friends and I don't want to even think about what would have happened to us if we hadn't escaped through the same hole in the fence, but not without a price. I was the last one through the fence when the leader of the junkyard dogs, a Doberman, chomped his fangs down on the very same arm that you had bitten yesterday, which I might add hurt."

Kimba lowered his ears in a depressed state when Rick reminded him about the incident that had occurred yesterday.

'He's never going to let me live this down, is he?' grumbled Kimba through his head as he pouted.

Rick noticed Kimba's and quickly regretted what he said.

"I-I-I'm sorry," stuttered Rick as he waved his arms around wildly as he tried to find a way to cheer the lion up. "I didn't mean it like that, what I meant to say was…um…a-oh rats!"

Kimba turned his head to look at they human boy and saw Rick ruffling his hair into a messy mop. That act made the young lion chuckle a bit before he burst out laughing. Rick stopped in his antics as he looked over at the lion with a confuse look on his face.

"Is there something funny that I should know about?" questioned Rick as he blinked his eyes dumbly at the white lion.

"I'm sorry," laughed Kimba as he tried to control himself. "It's just that…well…when you were ruffling your hair about a minute ago, you looked kind of funny."

"That's just something I do when I'm frustrated or having a headache when thinking about trying to say the right words to people," answered Rick as he lowered his hands down from his head. "It's just a habit which I'm trying to get out of."

"Does that always happen when you try to apologize to someone?" questioned Kimba out of curiosity.

"Um…yeah, I guess you could say that," mumbled Rick as he scratched the side of his face out of embarrassment.

Kimba only smiled at Rick before clearing his throat: "Um…about what happened next within the story."

"Oh…right," replied Rick when he realized that he had gotten off the topic of what he was doing. "Now where was I? Oh yes…The leader of the junkyard dogs bit down on my arm and started to drag me back into the junkyard where its pack members were waiting to bit me as well, but before I was dragged back through the fence again when something weird happened."

"Like what?" questioned Kimba as he stared at Rick intently.

"Well…when I was about to be pulled back into the junkyard, this loud roar suddenly rose up from out of nowhere." Rick explained as he racked his brain to remember what had happened to him a few weeks ago before he had moved to Africa. "The roar was so loud and so deep that I thought that a lion had escaped from the zoo, but it was thanks to that roar that I was able to escape from the dogs; for the leader let go of my arm and ran away. Once my friends and I were got back to our own homes, we were grounded for one month by our parents."

"I guess it serves you right for sneaking out at night, but what's strange is the roar that you told me about," Kimba mused with a frown on his muzzle.

"Well, whatever happened back than; it saved my life and I was able to see another day." Rick said with a smile as he looked down at the lion beside him. "If I weren't for that roar, then I wouldn't have moved to Africa and met you in the process. I guess it was just by chance that we met each other, but I'm glad that I was able to meet you."

"Me too Rick," agreed Kimba with a smile of his own. "There might not be any humans that I trust, but you're the first person that I had met that could speak the animal tongue before."

"Yeah," replied Rick with a nod of his head. "But there are just so many questions that keep going through my head and the one question which floats in my head right now is; how am I able to talk to you? And I wonder if I'm able to talk with other animals as well?"

"Who knows, maybe," shrugged Kimba as he answered Rick's question as honestly as he could.

"Well, whatever the case, I'm going to find out…someday." Rick said as he looked up at the sky that was turning red from the sunset. "I better get back to the village before it gets dark."

"I'll walk you back," offered Kimba as he stood up onto his paws again.

"Thanks, that would be most kind of you," said Rick as he stood up as well.

The two of them soon made their journey back to the village with silence hanging between the two individuals as they walked through the jungle together. It was a quiet silence that was neither tense nor ominous; it was a quiet, friendly, silence. As Rick walked through the jungle again he could have sworn that he saw eyes staring at him and Kimba, but the young boy dismissed it to be his imagination and kept moving. The journey back to the village seemed like an hour, but the two of them soon made it back and Rick gave a sigh of relief that the gates of the village haven't been closed yet.

Rick soon knelt down to get to Kimba's height to talk to him: "Thanks for showing me around the jungle Kimba; I hope to see you again tomorrow."

"You will," answered Kimba with a smile.

Rick nodded his head before he began to run towards the village gates while waving goodbye to Kimba.

"Bye Kimba, see you soon!" shouted Rick before he finally made it into the village.

Kimba smiled as he watched his human friend enter the village safely before running back into the jungle. Rick's visit within the jungle might have been short, but that didn't mean that more adventures were awaiting him for tomorrow.

To be continued

Sorry for the long wait everyone, I hope that this chapter will be okay for you and I'll try to get the next chapter of my story up as soon as possible. Until then, injoy.

White Hunter, howling out to you and the spirits!