The First Love: Scar's Hell Chapter 21, a lion king fanfic

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CHAPTER 21: A BAD PLAN

The sun was reaching noon over the Savannah, and the wind blew ever so slightly in what felt like every direction. It whispered to Scar, frightening him. He thought that he heard it tell him to go back, but who had the power to whisper on the wind and loved him at the same time.

Scar stopped, looking at the ground for a few minutes, seeing the grass and in between the dense blades seeing the soft dirt below. After some time he gave in, looking up to the sky and seeing nothing, he knew someone was there, and when he uncovered who it was he relaxed, smiling weakly at the blue sky and clouds.

"Mommy."

Scar missed his mother, he wanted to tell her all that he had done, but at the same time he worried she wouldn't like it. He had done nothing to kill her, she died of her own accord but he felt like it was his fault anyway. Scar dare not look up and try and say something else to her, he simply walked on and kept his head down.

Back in the pride lands, Imara was wrangling Nala and Hun, mothering both cubs from this point forward. They were each a little over a year old, and were about half size compared to Imara, who was a little small anyway. Nala was a lot less quiet, morphing from tiny and silent to normal size and loud. She'd say what she felt and she'd say it to anyone. Hun was Kukuza's favorite, he taught her fighting stuff and got her ready to be a warrior.

Everyone looked at Kukuza just a little bit funny when he was spending his time with the little girls. The older, more developed lioness' were in season and waiting for someone attractive like him to knock them up, but he was merely demonstrating his fatherly skills to the pride, which made them want him even more.

Concerning the lioness' of the pride, they were almost entirely devoted to Scar. They only awaited the day he picks himself a queen and brings her up with him, and then the pride would love her too. They had hated him at one time, but that was hard to do now since he seemed so in control and his intentions so good.

"So, how's it going with Zira?"

Asked Imara, Nala sitting a few feet to her right and facing the other direction.

"It's fine I guess, I haven't spoken to her since but hopefully she'll calm down and make a good mother like I know she could be."

"Maybe I should talk to her?"

Kukuza shook his head no.

"There's no reason, telling her what to do isn't right, she needs to decide and be her own lion."

"But she likes it when you tell her what to do."

"But I won't like it if the only reason we're together is because I made it that way. I made my move and now it's her turn."

"That's a nice way to think about it."

Out in the distance, Scar was returning from his trip to Coventry, walking over to his two best friends.

"Did you drop them off?"

Asked Kukuza, Hun walking under his chin and smiling like young cubs do.

Scar nodded.

"I left them with Arcángel. Bahati was out doing something."

"Hi uncle Scar!"

"How's the most precious little girl this prides ever known?"

"I'm alright."

Imara whispered for Scar, motioning with her head toward Nala, who was within hearing distance. She felt sad when the king said that. She knew he didn't like her and she (barely) knew why, but for him to say that with her just a few feet away? Now that's inexcusable. She might be young, but Nala had feelings just like everyone else did.

Scar realized a little too late what he had done, and went over to Nala to make it somewhat better. Honestly, he'd never spoken to her.

Scar sat down next to her lengthwise, resting his head on his paw and looking at her. She wasn't looking at him, but he knew she was listening.

"Nala, do you know why your mother has gone away?"

"Because you made her."

"Did she say that?"

Nala pouted, "no."

"I don't hate you."

Said Scar, smiling at her with the weakest and most untruthful smile he'd ever dawned. He wished she weren't real, but the fact that she was wouldn't stand between him and the woman he loves.

"Liar."

"Your mom left because she's on a vacation, when she comes back everything is going to be much better then it's ever been. I promise, I want to make this work, and it will. You'll be happy and so will your mother and so will I."

"I could only hope things would be that easy."

The one year old cub stood up to walk away and pout somewhere else, but she was stopped again by the king.

"Nala?"

She turned and looked at him with sad blue eyes, tracing up from the ground to his skinny and selfless face.

"If I could do anything to make you happy, one thing, what would it be?"

she stopped for a moment to think, but she knew what she wanted most.

"I miss Simba, but you can't bring him back."

Nala walked away, and Scar let tears well up in his eyes. What had he done! He can see clearly now, there was no reason to kill the boy! He would have had three years as king, and then given it to Simba. Now he had what he wanted but it was marred with scars. Kukuza knew more then the king did, he knew Simba was alive, and so did Imara. They looked at each other knowingly, and Hun starred blankly into space, not knowing how to interpret an adult male crying.

Scar silently wept for a few minutes, pulling himself back together and turning to face his friends again.

"I'm sorry about that, I had a moment, you know."

They did know, but they weren't going to tell Scar anything just yet.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, um... I just lost my thought."

Scar forgot what he was going to say, and he was rendered useless and without a shield.

"Why don't you go lie down for a while?"

Suggested Imara, to which the king nodded with a smile.

"That'll do me some good. Jitters I guess."

Scar got up and walked away over the hill to the small den that he went to when it was time for him to think.

"Time to think about- what- I wonder."

Said Kukuza, playfully batting at Hun with his big white paw. She bit and scratched at it like it was her prey.

Scar went to his den and sat down, stopping on the way to tell the hyenas to leave him alone and stay far away from that den. About an hour later Kukuza saw Zira looking at him from a ways away, and the fact that she was looking at him made him bubble over with excitement. There was about half of mating season left, so maybe she'd finally let him be her mate and stop this silly whatever it was keeping her away from him.

"Excuse me."

Kukuza stood up and jogged away from Imara, over toward where Zira was. He nuzzled her and she almost nuzzled back, which was good enough for him.

"How's the most beautiful lioness in the Savannah?"

"I'm alright."

"I love you Zira."

"I know."

She sighed, Zira had a plan to become queen but she didn't really like it. It was her only option, this plan would make her queen at the expense of Sarafina, Kukuza, and even the king himself, but she'd get to be queen and that's what mattered.

"Is something wrong?"

"Can you tell me where Sarafina is?"

"She and Sarabi left, they're on vacation until mating season is over."

"I see."

"Did you make up your mind?"

"What?"

"Cubs darling, I want a family with you remember?"

"With me?"

"Yes Zira where have you been? is something wrong? do you want me to check on you?"

Kukuza spoke with a halfhearted chuckle, unsure what could possibly be wrong with her. Zira knew her plan would break his heart into a million pieces, but she had to do it to get what she wanted. At least when she was queen, maybe she'd do something nice for him. He probably was a good lover, so maybe she could have him on the side or something like that.

"No, I'm fine. I'm going to disappear for a little while, and when I get back you can kiss me alright?"

"It takes more then a kiss to have cubs."

"Don't worry, you worry to much."

"Where will you go?"

Zira shrugged.

"I'll be back later tonight ok?"

Zira waited outside the pride lands for a few hours, waiting for everyone to forget about her and to forget where the king was. When no one was looking, Zira made her way to the back den where the king was lying down alone, picturing how happy his family was going to be when he had a son, and a daughter too. He didn't really like Nala but he could get used to her if she was nice to him, and of coarse he'd return the favor and try to be a really good dad.

Scar opened his eyes when he heard someone lurking around, and when he saw Zira he tensed up a little. He didn't want to see her, and his mate wasn't around, a single conversation between the king and Zira could be twisted into something crazy, and if Sarafina heard anything through a secondary source she'd be stressed.

"Zira you can't be here."

"Don't worry, I'll be quick."

Zira ran at the king, jumping on him and rolling him onto his back, her paws pressed down on his throat as hard as she could, and she wrestled with his four paws trying to get him tired out so he wasn't so strong. Without his throat he couldn't talk, and that was a benefit to her. When she started touching him sexually his eyes grew massive and he tried to scream, but he couldn't with her choking him. Scar started to cry, unable to get out from underneath her.

His vision grew blurry and black faded around his eyes, he was passing out. Scar struggled to stay awake, because if he went out there would be no defending himself. Eventually he past out, and Zira went to work.

When the king woke up, he felt disgusting and something was really wrong. Immediately he couldn't smell it, he never could but he could feel it. He felt sticky and gross and his fur was wet around his crotch area. He fell back laughing.

"I'm dreaming I'm dreaming this is a dream."

He looked between his legs to find that it wasn't a dream. He went from laughing to crying deeply in a few seconds, a complete turn for broke.

"No no no no no no! This doesn't happen to... to boys!"

Scar was a victim of one of the worst crimes imaginable. Rape never happened to men, he couldn't think of a single instance when a girl over powered a man and raped him. This wasn't right, Zira choked him out and now he wakes up to find himself sexually spent, and something horribly wrong. Tears fell from his eyes and he hoped Zira wasn't trying to get herself pregnant.

Scar vomited, he puked up his guts and heaved for at least five minutes, sobbing uncontrollably for what seemed like years. He curled up in a ball, feeling as if his relationship was ruined. Sarafina wouldn't ever want a man who couldn't protect her, let alone himself, and if Zira was pregnant, what would he say? He was raped? Kings don't get raped! No one would buy it and Zira would spin it as a love affair. Even worse, the pride would buy a love affair, and they'd never accept the truth if Scar dare tell it.

Short chapter because it's a lot to take in, sorry I ruined your holiday with this. Get ready because everything's downhill from here.

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