Smile, Anana Banana!

By corset-rebellion-follower

Disclaimer: I don't own TLK

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A/N: Warp! Warp! This chapter is in Timon's POV!

Chapter 10- Timon's Chapter

I watched her Anana go, completely shocked. No. This is a dream. All a crazy, unrealistic dream. In a few moments, I'll wake up, and Anana will still be asleep right next to me, and none of this will have happened. I squeezed my eyes shut, then opened them a crack. Nothing had changed. Everyone was still watching Anana storm away angrily, and watching me look like an idiot. Suddenly I snapped out of it.

This isn't a dream. AW MAN, THIS ISN'T A DREAM!

"Anana!" I started to follow her, but an outstretched arm stopped me. I glared at it. Who dared to stop me from getting my beautiful, perfect wife back and making everything alright again? It was Razi.

"Oh no you don't. I'm not going to let you hurt her anymore," he said sternly. He sounded a lot like Anana's father.

"I'm not going to hurt her, I'm going to apologize!" I yelled.

"Yeah, right. Just don't, Timon. I'll handle it. She's my best friend."

"She's my wife!"

He glared at me coldly. "Yeah. But you just took her heart out and stomped on it. You're not going to hurt her anymore. I won't let you." And he ran off into the jungle. I watched him go. As much as I didn't want to admit it, he was right. I had taken Anana's heart and smooshed it into nothing.

"I'm going after her, too." It was Swifty.

"I don't trust that meerkat. There's just something about him. I don't see why Anana trusts him like she does," Swifty said.

"Can I go?" I sounded like a pup begging to be let out of the tunnel.

"I don't think that's such a good idea, and not just because I feel bad for Anana. The chances of you having your face rearranged are pretty high," he said. I nodded. Anana hated me now. Just like before.

Wow, am I the eternal optimist or what?

Swifty took off into the jungle after Razi and Anana. His name suits him for a reason, you know. Ma immediately rushed over.

"Oh, Timmy, don't worry, it'll be alright!" she was crying and shaking. I hugged her.

"Ma, it will be fine. Swifty will find Anana and bring her back, I promise." She hugged me back and started to sob. Seeing my mom cry like that made me want to cry too. The only time I had seen her cry harder was when my pop died.

Uncle Max marched over to us. "I knew it. I saw this coming from a mile away," he said.

"Uncle Max, don't," I said warningly.

"She's too good for you! I'm surprised she took this long to see what a failure you are!" he said scornfully. Another of Ma's sobs penetrated our bickering. Pumbaa patted her on the back.

"It'll be ok, Missus Ma. Anana will be fine." She started sobbing harder. Pumbaa looked at her sympathetically and started patting her back again. I stared down at my feet.

I had messed up.

More than when I had refused to help Simba and Pumbaa almost had to go fight on his own. I had lost her.

I worked hard to get her to trust me, I saved her from killing herself and from drowning on a normal basis. I listened to her when she was sad about her parents and her home life and I held her when she cried. I helped her get out of her pressured marriage to that jerk Hatari.

And all of that had been wiped away in a few minutes.

HOW STUPID CAN I GET? I had a great thing going, and I wrecked it! She is never going to forgive me for this! I'm not even worthy to think about her anymore! I am such a jerk! I'm turning into Hatari! I froze. That was the lowest of the low. I was lower than the lowest slug, the lowest worm, and the lowest grub.

I had hurt her. I was in love with her, and I hurt her!

"Timon, are you alright?" Pumbaa asked.

"I'm fine!" My voice was cracking, and I could feel the moisture raising up onto my eyelids.

"Timmy…" Ma hugged me, and I didn't fight it like I normally did. I needed some attention. Anana normally was the one who watched me, and I always knew I could go to her when I needed to be noticed. Even if her comment was sarcastic, it was in a sweet, loving way. She adored me. I know it sounds like I'm being an egomaniac, but it was true. And I adored her. There was adoring, can I make the picture anymore clearer than that? And don't even mention HDTV!

I pushed away from my mother's hug. "I'm fine!" And I walked off into the oasis, leaving a hurt Ma, a worried Pumbaa, and a sneering Uncle Max. All the emotions, they were rushing to my head and giving me a headache the size of an albino rhinoceros. I really needed some Tylenol or something…

Once I was far enough away from everyone else, I sat down and hugged my knees to my chest, hiding my face behind them. How could I do this? Anana was worth more than any stupid Hakuna Matata, and I threw her away like a leaf I used to blow my nose in! Ugh, I ruined my life!

I just sat there, for a very long time, not saying anything or moving any part of me. I seemed so incomplete. Uncle Max is right, I am a failure. I had something beautiful and I treated it like garbage. I don't deserve Anana. I don't deserve anything. I felt horrible. More horrible than I ever had, except for maybe when my dad died. But this was up there, all the same.

I stayed that way, just sitting there, for a long time. The sun sank below the trees and the starts came out. My first movement in a couple of hours was to gaze up at them. They were sparkling down at me. Anana was probably looking at them too, from wherever she was. She loved looking out at the stars and finding patterns in them.

They reminded me of Anana's absolutely perfect smile. I'll never see the Anana Banana smile again. I felt a few tears drip down my cheeks and onto the grass. I'll find you, Anana. I won't let it end like this. I'll never let you leave for good.

And I just curled up on the grass and fell asleep, thinking of my Anana Banana and her pretty smile.