Scar paced back and forth on the rocky ledge, thinking and mourning about the fact that he'll never be king. As he approached an old bone that sat by the edge of the cliff, he tossed it aside with his paw and sent it flying over the cliff, into the grounds below. He shook his head and continued walking, but paused in his tracks when her heard a familiar voice call his name.
"Hey Uncle Scar, guess what?" The voice said happily. Scar rolled his eyes and turned around to look at Simba, who was standing next to him.
"I despise guessing games," Scar grumbled, narrowing his eyes..
"I get to be king of pride rock," Simba said somewhat greedily.
"Oh, goody."
Then Simba ran to the other side of the cliff and looked back behind him to look at his Uncle, wearing a large grin on his face that went from ear to ear. His uncle was slightly paying attention, but he wasn't really. "My dad just showed me the whole Kingdom, and I'm gonna rule it all! Heh!" he chuckled.
"Yes, well…forgive me for not leaping for joy, bad back you know…" Scar said as he slumped to the ground and landed on his shoulder.
As he laid down on his side, Simba jumped on his back and looked down at him. "Hey Uncle Scar," asked Simba, still sitting on his uncle. "When I'm king, what'll that make you?"
"A monkey's uncle…" Scar replied lazily.
Simba laughed as he rolled off his back—he ended up lying on his own back and looked at his uncle's eyes while upside down. "You're so weird."
Scar smiled mischievously. "You have no idea." Then he got a sudden idea. He stood up and walked towards the other end of the cliff side and sat down. "So, your father showed you the whole kingdom, did he?"
"Everything." Simba replied as he caught up with his uncle's steps and sat down beside him.
"He didn't show you what lies north beyond the northern border?" Scar asked, looking down at his nephew that he despised so much.
Simba sighed and looked at the ground. "No..he said I couldn't go there."
"And he's absolutely right, far too dangerous. Only the bravest lions go there." Scar said, and there was a strange glint in his eye that told everyone he was plotting something. Whatever it was that he was thinking of in the back of his mind, it wasn't good.
Simba began to get curious, but he felt a little offended as well. Did his uncle think that he wasn't brave like the other lions? "Well I'm brave, what's ou—" He didn't get to finish when Scar interrupted him.
"No I'm sorry Simba, but I can't tell you." Scar said teasingly, hoping to peak the cub's interest ten-fold. He looked away, but Simba ran towards Scar's right and looked at him in the eyes, wondering what it was that he was trying to keep from him.
"Why not?" Simba complained. It seemed that he had been doing a lot of complaining these days…
"Simba, Simba, I'm only looking out for the wellbeing of my favorite nephew," Scar said in a low voice as he put his paw on Simba's head, ruffling his small golden mane
"Yeah right, I'm your only nephew!"
Scar smiled, removing his paw from Simba's head. "All the more reason for me to be protective... An elephant graveyard is no place for a young prince. Oops!" Scar fake gasped and covered his paw with his mouth.
"An elephant what? Woah.." Simba looked interested.
Scar faked his supposed dismay. "Oh dear, I believe I've said too much. Well, I suppose you'd have found sooner or later, you being SO clever and all…" He pulled Simba close, but he couldn't help but feel a little disgusted as he did so. However, if he wanted his plan to work, he needed to get Simba to believe that Scar loved him, and like Mufasa, he didn't want him to go to the Elephant Graveyard. He nuzzled Simba's cheeks, his paw wrapped around the little cub's waste. "Oh, just do me one favor - promise me you'll never visit that dreadful place."
Simba pretended to be thinking for a moment. "No problem.."
"There's a good lad," Scar said as he playfully swatted Simba with his paw, and pushing the cub away from him. "Run along now and have fun. But—" Before Simba managed to run out of ear-shot, Scar called back to him, and Simba turned his head around before he actually left the cliff. "Remember, it's our little secret..!" Scar grinned menacingly as he watched Simba turn around and disappear down the cliff side.
