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Awooooooooo! Haha dear readers! I think your all wondering who will be in this story that's in none of the others! Well here's a first in the history of fanfiction so far to my knowledge. You see other writers doing random humour in their introductions and putting themselves in the quiz fics. Well this one will be the pioneer for a fic with the writer themselves portrayed as a character! That's right dear readers The Lone Wolf is going to be in the story! Point of Wolf in action! Brownie points for whoever guesses what animal I'm portrayed as! Well faithful readers read on and REVIEW! Enjoy!

Cupid's Mistake

Chapter 9: Moonshadow

Nala POV

The old tree came into view at last, a gratifying sight after the labouring under the sun that me and Simba had endured. I loved seeing the old mandrill; he was so funny and wise. He was great with magic potions and herbal remedies. I didn't know if Simba had truly met the old monkey although I was aware that it had been Rafiki who had presented Simba as prince of the pride. I had been friendly with Rafiki on the rare occasion I had met him. I remember spending a lot of my time with him and had considered him to be a friend. It was probably the only thing that kept me sane before I met Simba. Now under the unforeseen circumstances that had me in this current predicament I was able to fix my foot and introduce Rafiki to my best friend.

"And hopefully more" a voice in my head echoed. I hissed for it to be quiet my face flushing pink. Simba remained blissfully unaware of my mental battle against my feelings for him. Instead he carried on walking by my side a constant support should I need it. He had an adorable smile on his face that made his already pretty sharp features look even cuter. I sighed gently like a school girl with a crush which ironically I was.

Unfortunately Simba noticed and looked at me with concern.

"Are you ok?" his rough voice echoing in my ears slightly whilst I tried to coordinate an understandable answer. My body had other intentions and my mouth dried up in sync with the locking of my mind. In short the most intelligent answer I came up with was mindless giggling and constant blushing. I sensed that Simba was noticing something was wrong. A large number of girls had the same reaction around him and it must be getting more and more obvious how I felt.

A voice floated out that snapped me out of my trance like state and caught hold of Simba's attention.

"Haha! Nala! It has been a long time me dear! Come you and de young prince must meet my friend!" Rafiki called from his branch on the tree. I grinned at the old monkey and began to haul myself up the tree with Simba right below me. I became very conscious of the view Simba would be getting of me and I blushed crimson trying with all my might to get up the tree faster whilst limiting the view. Finally I reached the top with Simba struggling up his face beet red. Rafiki swung into view and greeted us with open arms.

"Welcome my friends come sit, I go get him!" Rafiki disappeared for a moment. I heard heavy foot falls from below the tree. I flattened my ears fearing a monster, Simba leapt in front of me to confront whatever the beast was.

After a slight pause a large black furred wolf leapt the last few feet and stood before us staring down menacingly. Right on cue Rafiki swung down between us.

"Ahhh dis young cubs is The Lone Wolf!" he announced. The Lone Wolf looked at us his icy blue eyes penetration our souls as though he was reading us. I hid behind Simba my ears pinned to my skull, I was shaking with fear and a cold dread took hold of my heart. This wolf before us was like no other, he seemed too calm too calculated. As though he was constantly hunting it was so unnerving. Simba crouched low above me in a protective stance growling lowly. I was touched my Simba's protectiveness of me and heat rose into my face again although this was hardly the time.

The Lone Wolf raised one eyebrow it was the only movement we could see of him. Nothing. Not a slight move in defence as though he was unafraid, and why should he be afraid of two cubs and a mandrill. I feared for our lives as I stared into the icy eyes of death itself. I knew my eyes were blue, but his were a deep midnight blue, darker and fuller than mine. The white in his eyes was not white but a very light icy blue. His pupils were darker than the darkest night.

Finally after a few fearful moments he spoke.

"Are you unafraid lion cub?" His gravely accent advertised a far away country; a biting edge hit his voice causing a tremor to race down my spine. Simba stood fast.

"What do you want?" He asked the much larger animal.

"I was just visiting my friend Rafiki lion cub, and I suggest you step down" he answered coldly. Simba growled unsheathing his claws.

"Put them away kid before you get into something you can't handle" The wolf warned, his voice had become quiet but dangerous.

Rafiki was able to nip the problem in the bud as usual.

"Now now! Let's all be friends togedda! This my young cubs is a wolf from the far reaches of a place called England is dat not right?" The wolf slid a small grin on his face that did little to his almost evil features.

"Aye, I come from the Yorkshire moors and you'd do well to tread lightly around me" he answered brutally.

Rafiki looked slightly anxious as Simba stepped towards the wolf curiosity sparkling in his eyes. The Lone Wolf just gazed upon the him.

"I'm Simba" his voice in comparison sounded effeminate and weak.

"Well young Simba I believe our paths will cross again and perhaps under more friendly circumstances." The wolf gave Simba a smile that made his face light up a little more. The small gesture had a huge effect on the wolf's face, his scars seemed less prominent and his eyes sparkled. Both Simba and I were stunned at the mystery in which the wolf revelled. Rafiki really knew how to befriend the weird ones. But after the initial shock I had to admit there was something about The Lone Wolf that I liked. I could tell he was struggling, battling with some inner demon but would not allow it to come in to contact with anyone he met.

Rafiki walked the Lone Wolf to the edge of the pride lands and saw him off before returning. I sat with a mentally exhausted Simba, the adrenaline seemed to be ebbing away and fear was settling in.

"I thought you were really brave" I told him seeing the tears in his eyes. Simba looked at me smiling; it seemed I had boosted his self esteem once more.

"You really think so?" he asked delighted, I nodded grinning and blushing at the same time.

Rafiki stumbled in and hobbled over to us.

"Well now you've met one of my closest friends aside from Mufasa." He declared happily.

"He's scary!" I admitted feeling foolish. Rafiki chuckled.

"Well of course he is! He is a rough one but he has a big heart really, he just got hurt long before you were born" Rafiki suddenly looked troubled. Finally he snapped out of his thoughts and smiled broadly.

"So to what do I de pleasure?" Simba pointed towards my injured paw and Rafiki looked closer.

"Oh dear young Nala, I tought you'd stop getting hurt by now" he answered pulling a coconut of something down from a high branch.

I grimaced as Rafiki rubbed the juicy substance onto my foot.

"It seems Wolfie came at just de right time" he mumbled to himself. So that was The Lone Wolf's nickname? Wolfie? I wondered what his real name was but thought better than to ask. Simba remained close by my side the whole time; I felt the heat rise in my face every time we made eye contact.

After a while Rafiki was done with the juice and wrapped my paw in a leave as a makeshift bandage. I gingerly put a little weight onto my paw, it still hurt but I could stand on it again.

"It is getting dark now young ones, so prince Simba would you take Nala home?" Rafiki asked setting his staff to one side and getting comfortable satisfied with his work. I smiled at the thought that Simba and I would be alone for a while longer. I loved our time together. It had in fact been a weird day.

On the way back to Pride Rock my eyes locked onto Simba's. I noticed a faint pink tinge in his cheeks. A million questions circled around my head all with the same outcome. Could he actually like me? My breathing quickened and I felt slightly light headed.

For the first time in my life I thought I'd push the boat out and try to flirt with him a little.

"Hey Simba I thought you were really brave to stand up to that wolf like that…I think you'll make a great king one day" I told him the silence pressed on for a few seconds. Finally a hoarse whisper reached my ears.

"Thanks Nala" It really meant a lot to him. His confidence must have been shaken with his ordeal.

"I err I'm sorry I teased you about your coat" I almost tripped over was he apologizing again?

"Honestly I think it's err kinda prêt- nice" My heart skipped a beat; it sounded as though he had nearly said he thought my coat was pretty. I could feel my heart hammering in my chest.

"I forgive you; I mean we are best friends why would I hold that against you?" I was dying to tell him I thought his eyes were beautiful but that would be just weird.

"Simba?" I sounded timid.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for saving my life and for making sure I was ok. And thank you for being there for me." My voice cracked and broke. I couldn't stop the flow of tears I had cascading down my face. Why? Why was I crying?

Simba turned to me suddenly sitting in front of me with his front paw on my shoulder. I sobbed. After a couple of seconds Simba pulled me into a hug, I couldn't think straight. I was hugging Simba! I smelt that familiar smell but with a hint of strawberries. My favourite in the whole wide world.

Simba rubbed my back tenderly and caringly. I felt warm inside and out despite the chilly air. My face grew hotter reminding me painfully how red my face must be by now.

Simba's POV

I didn't understand it, one moment she was standing there commenting on how brave I was and thanking me. The next she was in tears completely letting loose. I hated to see her like this I had to do something. Before I could think of something to do to cheer her up I acted on impulse. I placed my paw gently on Nala's shoulder, the sobbing began and I realised this wasn't the best of moves. No matter I would just do what my mom did to me when I was upset. I pulled Nala into my arms and gave her a heartfelt hug. It seemed to work, she wasn't crying anymore. True I now resembled a certain precious stone, and true it was kind of awkward after a while. But I felt good knowing she was happy.

Then there was this new wolf character, he obviously knew more than he was letting on. It was rather unnerving but exciting at the same time. I couldn't work out why but something about this wolf made me like him. It was probably the fact that he was blatantly a rebel. I could not see him getting pushed around. Not that anyone would want to, but there was also a subtle sadness in him. Must be something to do with his past none of my business really. I was brought back to reality when I felt something nuzzle under my chin. I looked down to see the top of Nala's head. How long had we been walking like that? On the way up the side of Pride Rock we noticed the moon was sitting high in the sky once more and as we entered the den I could have sworn I heard a howling in the distance. Nala and I staggered into the den to be the centre of attention once more. Nala looked shocked and hid half behind me. We had been walking very closely together. Nala's side was practically touching mine. We stood in the sudden silence awkwardly trying to think of an excuse. Had I not been so stupid I would have realised that I had an excuse from earlier.

I could have said I was just supporting her but no I had to draw attention to the situation.

"Oh err we weren't doing anything!" Talk about giving the game away. A number of nervous chuckles rang out. I turned to Nala.

"Erm well good night Nala have nice dreams" she smiled at me, I suddenly felt very light and fully awake. But I knew we had to separate for the night. As I walked past her I swore I could have felt her tongue whip past my cheek, I felt my cheek with my paw and sure enough it was slightly wet. She had kissed me on the cheek.

Ok it was a goodnight gesture but it still sent my heart racing ahead of me. Did she like me? Did I like her? What was going on?

Nala's POV

I crept over to my smirking mother.

"I saw that young lady" she said a mischievous grin on her face.

"Saw what?" I tried innocently. My mom moved her head right next to mine.

"Your little goodnight kiss" she whispered. It was as though a bucket of icy water had slipped into my stomach. She had seen that?

I was so embarrassed but I could not let on that I liked the prince to anyone. I had to think of something and fast. Very fast.

Unfortunately my mom beat me to it.

"And don't try to deny it because I saw it you gave him a little peck on the cheek" She winked at me causing me to blush, I had been caught giving the boy I liked a kiss on the cheek. Just great and my mom wasn't one for keeping secrets secret, she loved the gossip. It would be all over the pride by morning, my stomach churned as I realised that I would have to confront Simba about it in the morning too. This was not really my day, but then when was it my day.

Awoooooo! What do you think of me being in the story? Just to let you know I couldn't think of any other character to wrap up the problems with and The Lone Wolf will make more appearances but for now its just Simba and Nala's blossoming love. REVIEWS I revel on them…. Moving along. Thanks for reading my faithful readers until next time this is The Lone Wolf signing off!