"Uncle Scar, why don't you have a girlfriend?"

Simba was as bad as his father. Why were Mufasa and Sarabi so insistent on him starting a family? Simba was joining the bandwagon as well now too!

"It's simple, dear nephew. There aren't enough good candidates for such a thing." Scar replied offhandedly. Well, there was his cubhood crush and ex-lover Sarafina and the outcast, Zira... But that lioness in particular disturbed him somewhat. He adored admiration during the seldom few times that it was given, but he wasn't sure if what Zira portrayed was admiration. It was more like...obsession.

In the realm of beauty, Sarafina won with a runaway victory. In the realm of loyalty, even if it was of an unhealthy type, Zira stole the show. Sarafina and he grew apart once he renamed himself Scar. She had spouted some nonsense about "not recognizing him anymore". Weak Taka was dead and Scar rose from his ashes. Regardless, he was still physically the same lion that they all grew up with. But alas, females are finicky like that. A few years later, Sarafina met some rogue lion, got all snuggly with him, and became pregnant. Thus is the story of Nala's existence.

"Can't you just find a girlfriend that's good for you, Uncle Scar?" Simba persisted. Honestly, where does this little stench find the time for these questions? He should be chasing his tail or something.

"And why, pray tell, does it worry you so much if I do or don't?" Scar countered.

"Because you look so lonely here. You'd be happy like my dad and mom are." Simba beamed. He hated seeing his uncle look so unhappy all the time.

When he was Taka, he would have felt touched. Now that he was Scar, he felt irritated.

"I'm perfectly happy, child. I just don't let it seep from my being like everyone else does." Scar himself felt conflicted at his own lie. His idea of happiness was him ruling the Pridelands, not debating relationships with a cub who was clueless on the matter.

"Really?" Simba snarked with a deadpan stare. Scar nearly laughed. The boy almost looked like him with that expression. He swore DNA had powerful ways of mocking him.

"Yes, really." the uncle returned and flopped over onto his side.

He spent the rest of the afternoon trying to rid himself of these poignant memories brought about by a cub's innocent query.


A/N: Thank you all so much for your support! It makes me happy!