A.N: Sorry I forgot to thank my reviewers last time. Thank you Starzinmieyez, lokitaa10, Kshara Khan, DJ, The Real Simba, and Shadow x0 for reviewing my story. I hope you continue to do so. A quick little update. :D

"What?" little Simba and Mufasa looked at me confusingly.

"Simba! What are you doing?" Rafiki told me in my head.

"Ha Ha Ha!" Little Simba rolled on the ground laughing.

"That's a good one," Little Simba laughed.

"I don't know Simba, he had a very serious tone," Mufasa had a stern look on his face.

"Do you think so?" I jumped in.

"I was joking. I'm pretty bad at jokes though," my father just sat there like stone.

"Then who are you really?" he asked.

Little Simba finished rolling and looked up. All attention was on me.

"Were you lyin to a lion?" Little Simba asked joking.

"Hey! I came up with that one," I said.

"No you didn't. My friend Nala did," little Simba corrected.

"Oh yeah," I said under my breath recalling it to my memory.

"Anyways, my name is Simba, but the Prince of the Pridelands thing is a joke, I am just a rogue," I lied.

"Well, thank you Simba for what you have done. Since you are looking for a home, would you please come to stay with me at Pride Rock?" my father asked.

"Rafiki can I go?" I thought in my head.

"Yes Simba! Celebrate your father's safety. I will tell you when you can come back," Rafiki told me.

"Thank you Rafiki. I owe you one," I responded.

I turned to my father and looked him in the eyes.

"I would be happy to stay with you," I accepted.

"But what are we going to call you?" little Simba asked.

"Quite simple. We'll call him big Simba, and you little Simba," My father suggested.

"What? No! I disagree!" Little Simba was outraged.

"Sounds fine to me," I said.

"Oh yeah, and what about Scar? He just disappeared." I said.

"Simba, Scar is still out there trying to plot to kill your father. You must be on alert at all times," Rafiki said in my head.

"I do not know Scar's whereabouts. I only know he cannot be trusted, do you hear me Simba?"

I knew my father was talking to the little version of me.

"Yes dad," Simba thought back to his uncle. He was saddened that his uncle had tried to kill his father.

"Alright, lets head back to Pride Rock and tell everyone what happened," My father instructed.

I nodded and followed my father.

"Simba?" Rafiki was calling me in my head.

"Yes?"

"Listen I have to go do something right now alright?" Rafiki asked me.

"Yea, just get back to me or whatever," I answered.

"No problem."

Raffiki transported himself back to the edge of the forbidden pool. He bent down over the ground and smelled for a sign of somebody. Tracking was one of his best attributes. He had managed to track Simba down all the way out here. He smelled the ground and caught a person's scent. He jumped to one of the tree's and started swinging in the direction of the scent.

"Time to bring Nala into this," Rafiki thought.

A.N: Alright, tell me what you think! Please Review.