A/N: Hello my faithful fans and loyal followers, I'm so sorry I've kept you all waiting for such a long time. I promise it wont happen again. From now on I'll have a new chapter up at least ( pessimistically) every two weeks.
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"Mufasa! Who does he think he IS?! Scar fumed, angrily stalking back and fourth in front of his three toadies Shenzai Banzai and Ed. "I... am the RIGHTFUL king of Pride Rock! I DESERVE to rule!" He said practically roaring in the trio's face. Scar had stormed into the hyena's home, his secret staging grounds for all his evil plans, earlier that morning immediately began stalking. He only deemed to talk to his "friends", who had approached him soon after he had stormed in, till the sun had fully rise and then some.
"What happened Scar?" Shenzai braved trying to find out why the lion seemed even angrier than usual. She cringed, however, when he gave her a glare that threatened her worse than words could.
Letting up from the glare after a moment, he gave a sigh that told the hyenas how incompetent he thought they were. "My beloved big brother has found what he thinks is a more suitable heir." He said regaining his royal tone that he had forgotten in his anger. "Apparently he's forgotten his precious baby brother." He said, ending on a snarl.
"So is that it Scar?" Shenzai asked, regaining her composure somewhat. "The ki...Mufasa" she corrected, before she could make the mistake of acknowledging the black maned lion's brother as king " chose someone else to take over for him when he croaked..." She was cut off mid sentence by Banzai
"Yeah he's never gonna let you be king." He said letting out a loud wave of laughter, joined by Ed, by the insult.
The much bigger lion, however, obviously didn't find it funny. He pounced on the three and pinned them to the ground grabbing the two males by the throats. He let up soon after, however, when a sneer came onto his face. He got off, and faced the bewildered hyenas. "Of course not fools," he said putting emphasis on the insult " we're gonna kill him, and Nala too." the hyenas gave each other a nervous and confused glance as their leader let out a deranged roar of laughter.
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Nala opened her eyes slowly, reluctantly. She'd had such a nice dream. Simba and her had ditched Mheetu and ran off to the watering hole by themselves. Normally the spot was dull, but today they knew a group of wildebeests were drinking, and the two mischievous cubs had a plan to stir up some trouble. They hid just under the water's surface, and when an unlucky, smaller, one of the creatures came up for a drink they popped out. They had to run for their lives when the beast regained its composure, but it was worth it to see the drowned rat expression on the animal's face.
Now, however, the dream was over and the friends would never laugh togethr again. She
would never laugh again.
"Simba..." Nala whimpered quietly. She wasn't sure how much time had gone by since he had passed, but ever moment she spent away from him felt like an eternity. An eternity of suffering as her pain at his absence only got worse and worse.
She rolled over onto her other side, and realized the pride had already left for th morning hunt.
Normally she wouldn't even think to leave the cave, but she couldn't even remember her last drink ad the lack of water was starting to make her head hurt. She rolled onto her feet, and since they hadn't seen any actual activity in a while, she wobbled slightly. It took her a moment for them to adjust to the strain and regain her balance.
Stepping out into the light of the midday savana, she squinted as the light blinded her for a moment. She was glad the watering hole was so close, she wouldn't have to spend much time in the cruel, all to forgetful, world. All she wanted was to go back into the cave and get back to her dreams. If she was lucky she'd dream of an adventure shared with her friend, maybe her brother too. If she wasn't so lucky she'd have one that would remind her of how big a part she had played in his death. With him having been gone for so long she'd take whatever memory her mind could conjure up. Despite how hard she fought it his memory was slowly slipping. She couldn't recall what his voice sounded like sometimes...she hated herself for that more than anything.
The dreams, though, kept his image burned into her mind. It hurt her sometimes, but she wouldn't let herself forget him for even a moment. He had apparently slipped from the Pride's memory, but she would remember him every moment of every day of her life.
As she neared the watering hole she didn't notice Simba's uncle sitting on the edge, starring into the water's surface. She didn't notice anything, she walked like the dead with the weight of the world on her tiny shoulders. She drank from the hole, and dunked her head under the water to chase away the musty smell of Pride Rock's cave. She had stopped letting her mother bathe her when her sadness had morphed into anger at the Pride. She couldn't care less what the other lions thought of her hygiene, but the smell was starting to make ever herself a little queasy.
"Nala!... How good to see you out of that dark and dirty cave." He said after the cub reemerged, startling her out of her daze, and almost making her jump. " Perhaps you're feeling better? My dear Nala your depression has truly been affecting me, not to Say I dont have plenty of my own. OH, SIMBA!" He said, mock sadness so heavy in his voice it was almost cheesy. Nala, however, didn't notice the falsity of his words. She was too interested in the fact that there might be another lion in the Pride that felt the same as she did. " I do, however, SO hope you're feeling better today?" He asked with mock concern.
A single, rueful, stare was all the young lioness could muster up in return.
" Oh... Poor Nala." He said petting her head roughly. He gave a big grin, almost a sneer, as he looked down at the little cub. " I think I know what might make you feel better." Scar said his voice filled with all too real excitement.
If it had been anyone else Nala would've glared murder at them, and stormed off. Scar, however, was Simba's idol. He admired him and looked up to hi almost as much as he had his own father. Nala hadn't seen much of the black maned lion since the incident, and had no reason to disbelieve him when he said he'd been depressed like she had herself. If it was true it would make him a far better role model than Mufasa the back stabber, or Queen forgetful. Still, she couldn't trust her voice, so she shrugged in response.
" How would you like to help me pull a little...prank...on the king!" Scar asked allowing the smile to break into a snear, and put his front leg on the cub's shoulders, pulling her closer to him.
" What do I have to do?" Nala asked, voice cracking from under use, a sneer spreading onto her face as well. This would be the perfect opportunity to mete out some well deserved justice.
" You...my dear little cub...just have to sit in the gourge and trust your dear friend Scar to take care of the rest." Scar said, fighting a victorious laugh as he saw his plans begin to come together.
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