The Tiger King Chapter 9: Banishment, a lion king fanfic

I bet you can't guess what songs I used in this fanfic and where they came from. If you get them right, I'll mention you in the next chapter.

So, I used both the deleted scenes and Broadway version to write this chapter, but I didn't make it look like Scar sexually abused Neethi to make her become queen.

Chapter 9: Banishment

Three years have passed by, and Ambush Temple had become a mess under Scar's rule. It was full of vines, and some stoning that supported the temple crumbled. Dholes had taken over the temple and made it a living hell for the tigers. They forced them to hunt more than they could, causing imbalance in the ecosystem. The land had become dry and barren and food and water became scarce.

Scar was lying down in his resting place, cleaning his teeth with a bone while Zaceev was entertaining him. Zaceev was locked in a ribcage with two rocks locking both sides of it, causing the bird to be cramped a little. Zaceev was singing to Scar depressively amidst the quiet atmosphere.

Nobody knows the trouble I've seen

Nobody knows my sorrow

"Oh, Zaceev, do lighten up," Scar spoke to Zaceev as he threw the bone he was chewing on to the ribcage, creating a clinking sound. "Sing something with a little bounce in it." Zaceev began to think of a song that was very popular during the time.

Tunak tunak tun

Da da da

"NO! No! Anything but that." Scar hated that song, so Zaceev had to think of a song that would get Scar to be entertained.

Thod de saare bandhan tu

Machne de payal ka shor

Dil ke sab darwaaze khol

Dekho aaye, aaye chor

As Zaceev sang the song, Scar beated along with the bird's lyrics as he felt entertained. As Zaceev stopped singing, Scar kept on singing. Zaceev sighed and felt embarrassed at what he was doing. He muttered to himself, "I never would have done this with Mustafa."

When he spoke that name, Scar stopped singing and came close to the jailed bird, furious and feeling triggered. "WHAT?! What did you say?"

"Uh, nothing," Zaceev nervously lied, flinching at the tiger's anger.

"You know the law! Never ever mention that name in my presence. I am the KING!" Scar roared at the bird.

"Yes, sire. You are the king. I... Well, I only mentioned it to illustrate the differences in your royal managerial approaches."

"Hey, boss!" The bird and tiger turned to see Bandi, Shikaar, and Hans enter the temple.

"Oh, what is it this time?" Scar was getting tired of hearing the dholes complaining.

"We got a bone to pick with you."

"I'll handle this," Shikaar said to Bandi. She walked to Scar and said, "Scar, you're a great king and all, but the other dholes have been complaining. There's no food and no water." Scar rolled his eyes at hearing the same thing over and over again.

"Yeah!" Bandi joined in. "It's dinner time, and we have no entrees to eat!"

"It's the tigresses' job to do the hunting," Scar groaned.

"Yeah, but they won't go hunt."

"Then… eat Zaceev." The dholes looked at Zaceev and started to drool.

"No! You wouldn't want me! I'd be too tough and gamey."

"Zaceev, don't be ridiculous. All you need is a little turmeric." Scar then turned away from the dholes.

"And I thought things were bad under Mustafa," Bandi whispered to Shikaar and Hans. Shikaar stared at Scar, worried that he might get angry if he heard his brother's name. He did, and he turned to the dholes, quick and angry at them.

"What did you say?!"

"I said-" Shikaar elbowed Bandi to not make his say Mustafa. "I mean, I said mostaza (mustard)." The dholes grinned widely.

"Good. Now get out." The dhole trio walked out of the temple, but when they reached the entrance, they turned to Scar.

"Yeah, but we're still hungry," Bandi complained.

"OUT!"

The dholes flinched and ran as quickly as they could, away from Scar. The tired king went back to his resting place. "Stupid dogs," he mumbled to himself. "Now, where was I?" He thought for a moment and reached his train of thought. He turned to Zaceev who was staring at him. "Oh yes. Zaceev, tell me. Why am I not loved?"

"Simple, sire. Things around here have gone too far." Zaceev began to list the problems of the kingdom in his mind to tell Scar.

"But what's more important is how I feel, mind you."

"The Ambush Lands have become the armpit of India."

"I'm warm, witty, good-looking," Scar described himself while ignoring Zaceev.

"Dholes are prancing around like they own the place." With more issues he listed, Zaceev's tone grew angrier. ''There isn't enough water to fill a mosquito's navel."

"But there's something missing. What is it?"

"I'll tell you what is missing: YOUR GRASP ON REALITY!" Zaceev shouted while shaking the ribs, almost breaking them. "Please, do something before the Ambush Lands go down the drain! Now, if a certain tiger was alive, he'd know what to do."

Scar frowned at Zaceev, knowing he was talking about Mustafa. "I'm getting sick and tired of hearing Mustafa's name. What did he have that I don't have?"

"Nothing," Zaceev spoke calmly. "You lack nothing at all, except a few minor things." Scar leaned forward to listen to the hornbill. "Adoring subjects, respect of your species, a loving family, a devoted queen."

"That's it!" Scar shouted.

"What's 'it'?" Zaceev asked.

"I need a queen. That's just what I was missing." Zaceev didn't like what Scar was planning, and he wished he shut his mouth just so Scar wouldn't get any more ideas. "She'd rule by my side. We'll have cubs, two or three maybe. My heir, my lineage, my descendants! I will be immortal!" Scar felt proud in himself. "But who should be my queen?

"Scar?" The king and hornbill turned to see a grown-up Neethi standing at the entrance of the room. She had grown up bigger and stronger than she had when she was a cub. Her black stripes blended in with her snow-white fur. Her blue eyes caught Scar's attention, and he thought she would be his queen.

"Ah, Neethi. Your timing couldn't have been more perfect. Do come in. I won't bite." The tigress stepped in, but not too close to the king.

"Scar, it's chaos out there and you have to do something. The dholes are forcing us to overhunt. If you change your ways, all of this would stop."

Scar scratched his cheek and said, "I might be able to correct this predicament if…"

"If what?" Neethi joined her eyebrows, making a confused look.

"If you decide to be my queen."

"What?!" The tigress and hornbill shouted in unison.

"Your Majesty, do you even know what you are saying?!" Zaceev shouted through his confinement.

"Oh, stay out of this, puffy," Scar turned to Zaceev and then to Neethi. "Just say the word, Neethi. That's all it will take.

"Never!" Neethi backed away from Scar, not wanting to be near him. "I'll never be your queen. Besides, you're so old."

The king felt insulted by what Neethi said to him. "How dare you insult my age! No one insults the king! I never take "no" for an answer!" Neethi walked out of the temple watching Zaceev cover his ears from Scar's ranting, feeling sorry for the bird. "One way or another, you will be mine! You belong to me! All of you belong to me!"

Neethi was away from the ranting king when she met her mother and Sahiba, joined with other tigresses, walk to her.

"Mother, Rajmata (Queen Mother)." Neethi bowed down to Sahiba.

"Neethi, are you alright?" Saroj asked her daughter.

"I'm fine. Scar just asked me to be his queen and I rejected his offer."

"What?" gasped Sahiba. "He has gone crazy."

"There is no way I'm letting him anywhere near you." Saroj nuzzled her daughter but was interrupted by Scar who alerted the tigresses with his booming voice.

"Let the ambush be my witness! I choose Neethi as my queen!"

"And I reject you."

"Either be my queen or be forever banished from the Ambush Lands."

"You can't banish me."

"Take her away," Scar ordered the tigresses, but they didn't listen to him. Neethi got in the center of the group while Saroj got in front with Sahiba.

"Be reasonable, Scar," Sahiba said to the king.

"Didn't you hear me?"

"No."

"Take her away. I am the king! You must do as I say!" The tigresses didn't move an inch and protected Neethi. "Oh, so that's the game, eh? Mutiny? Insurrection? Bah! Fine. Have it your own way. I don't require your respect. Only your obedience." Scar then roared out in the distance, and the tigresses were prepared to face whatever Scar roared at. Out of the towers and temple, dholes arrived out of the dark and came near Scar. The tigresses were shocked. "Take Neethi away from here. She doesn't belong here anymore."

Sahiba went to Neethi and whispered quickly to her, "Neethi, you have to get out of here. Go find help to overthrow Scar."

"I won't leave you here," Neethi argued as the dholes got closer to the tigresses who managed to fight back at them.

"Neethi, we'll be okay," Saroj added. "You have to find help. Just let our prayers be your guide and may the great kings protect you on your journey."

"But Mother!" Neethi was about to argue more, but Sahiba interrupted.

"Go now, Neethi! You're our only hope." Neethi decided to get out of the protective circle and let the dholes drag her out of the premises of the temple. "Be careful," Sahiba whispered quietly. Scar watched the dholes drag Neethi, glaring at her.

Neethi looked back at her home and the tigresses, letting a tear fall out her eye. The dholes pushed her into what was the forest and she ran far away from them. Don't worry, my group. I will find help. I will help you get rid of Scar. I promise you. Great kings, please protect me in my journey.