A/N: Alright, for everyone who wants Simba and Nala dead, i'm just gonna say this once THEY AREN'T GONNA DIE! I'm sorry, but i don't want them to die. BUT, there will be a surprise for the both of them in the end that i think you Nala and Simba haters will like. I'm not gonna hint or say what it is. But, i think and hope you will all like it. Okay? Good. Oh, also, for the people who don't know who Chumvi or Tojo is. They're characters in the Lion King book Six New Adventures. Now, please, enjoy this overdue chapter.


I was almost up Pride Rock when Nala stopped me. She coldly glared at me. It obviously had to deal with almost killing Tojo. I started, "Nala, I did it for a good reason."

"I don't care what the reason is; you didn't need to kill him." Nala protested. I rolled my eyes. Well, I guess I really didn't need to kill him. Even though he isn't dead, I'm still satisfied. I replied, "Technically, he's not dead just unconscious."

She bared her teeth at me, but she forced herself not to growl. I didn't understand why she didn't growl at me, probably afraid. "The point is that you shouldn't have tried to murder him." She ranted. I just started walking away from her; the conversation was over, but she didn't want it to end. Nala got in my path and growled, "Listen to me."

"Why should I listen? I don't need to hear a speech from you. End of discussion, Nala." I concluded. She stood there with an icy glare, but it didn't really bother me. Lioness should just keep their mouth shut and just hunt for the pride. It is the only thing they're good at. I continued walking away from her, I heard her turn and shout, "You're starting sound less like your father."

I stopped for a second to think. That was something I didn't really think about; I really am starting to sound less like Mu-I mean my dad. I smirked and replied, "And that's a bad thing?"

This time, she growled at me, but it's not like that means anything. I lied down next to a rock near the den and fell asleep. The last thing I saw that night was an irritated Usafi carrying her son; I swear she looked at me and probably cursed at me in out sacred language, but I didn't mind. It's not like it's my fault, if anything Tojo can kwenda moja kwa moja kuzimu (go straight to hell).


I woke up later than what I'm usually used to, but that means it's more likely for Scar to be awake. I started making my way down Pride Rock, until I heard my mom call me. I just groaned. She walked up to me and demanded, "I need to talk you."

"Can't it wait until after my lesson?" I asked impatiently. She continued, "What a coincidence, I need to talk to you and Scar."

I winced a bit when she said 'Scar'. He wasn't really all that fond of my mom. The first time in months, I squeaked. I only did that when I got hit when I was a cub, when I was weak. I sighed, "Scar isn't gonna like this, but if that's what you want."


We both walked inside of Scar's den. We saw him talking to Shenzi and Banzai, I had no idea what they were talking about but it had to be urgent. Scar turned around once he heard our paw-steps. I came in first, he said, "Good morning Simba, are-"

He stopped once he saw my mom walk in. I heard a low growl, but I had no idea who it came from. Immediately, Shenzi and Banzai started leaving. I whispered, "Where are you two going?"

Banzai said, "We're leavin'."

Shenzi added, "Yea, once they get at it, ya ain't gonna hear the end of it."

"It gets pretty ugly in there." He concluded. Shenzi joked, "The arguing gets pretty bad to."

The two started laughing at the dry joke. I just rolled my eyes at the comment, which wasn't really all that funny. I turned back around and saw them already arguing with each other. I thought it was best to listen, just in case I needed to defend Scar. Mom snarled, "I want you to stop teaching my son! You are corrupting him."

"Oh please Sarabi, you can't actually believe I'm the one who has altered your son's mind. You do remember the death of Mufasa, don't you?" Scar asked curiously. I heard mom scoff at the question, I guess she thought her answer was obvious, either that he has asked that numerous of times. Regardless of the obvious answer, she responded, "Yes I do remember his death. But, what does that have to do with his lessons?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, you're always naïve Sarabi." He put out. He walked up to me and wrapped his leg around me. It felt a little awkward, especially since I didn't really know what he was thinking. He continued, "I know you are referring to the occurrence last night, if that didn't happen you wouldn't care about me teaching him. So, the reason why I'm bringing up Mufasa is that he still might be a little disheartened about his death."

My mom scowled at Scar but I agreed with him, it's not just because he's my teacher and actual caretaker. I mean, I kinda don't care much for my dad's death, but I still feel guilty for killing him. But, I know he's just protecting me. My mom shook her head in protest. She corrected, "Yes, I am referring to what happened last night but I doubt Simba did it because he's depressed. Simba always discusses his lessons with me once he gets home, and Chumvi explained the fight to me. One of the moves he did resembled a lot of what he told me about one of your lessons."

I looked up at Scar and gave him an apologetic look. He just sent me a stony glare, unlike Nala's, his glares gives me a painful chill down my spine. She went on, "I'm just saying that if he does anything that'll harm anyone and it's from your lessons, I promise you that I'll hunt you down to the ends of Africa."

She left out the cave, furious. I sighed, "Scar, I'm-"

Scar's claws slashed straight across my face. I didn't feel the pain until blood started oozing from my new gash. Scar smirked at his new blood stained claws, then he turned to me, and snarled. He growled, "Don't you ever tell anyone about what we do in our lessons, understand!?"

I protested, "But, it's not my fault, my-"

"I don't care what the reason was; you don't say anything, just like I haven't said anything about you murdering your father. If I said that to anyone, how would they see you?"

"They would think I was a murderer, but-"

"Yes they would see you as a murderer, and if anyone knew that I was teaching you that way; they would see me as a bad uncle and king. You don't want that, do you?" He asked. There was only one obvious answer just like my mom's question, except if I say the wrong answer, he will beat the hell out of me. I answered, "No, I don't."

"Good. Well then, let's get today's lesson started." Scar left the den. I rubbed my cheek and looked at my reddened paw. I growled at myself. I said, "That's what I get for disobeying Scar. I should have known that was wrong in the first place."

I left out the den feeling a little sad. I know the gash he gave me is gonna leave a scar, but it's fine; it'll be a good reminder to not disobey.


This has got to be the easiest story i have written on this website. Is that a bad thing? I don't think it's a bad thing. So, why do i wait such a long time to update? It's kind of a good thing, it'll leave others thinking. In this chapter, i would've put in the lesson, but i can't think of anything at the moment. It'll be nice if i see some suggestions. Anyway, i hope you all like this chapter. Please review!

Disclaimer: I don't own any Lion King characters, places...you get the drift. I only own Usafi.