I don't own the Lion King.

Everyone! A quick heads up! Scar is waaaaaaaay out of character here and I do mean that. More like 1000X out of character.

Scar: I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!

Me: *looks up to the sky with hands raised in the air and mouths 'why?'*

"UGH!" Scar groaned as a large golden paw swiped over his face. His clawed paws disconnected from Kiara's flesh as he flew towards the ground. He slowly got up on his paws and turned to look at the attacker. What he saw was an exact copy of Mufasa, only younger and shorter. "Why if it isn't Simba?" Scar hoarsely stated as he looked at his seething nephew.

Simba growled at Scar's words. "Enough!" he growled. "Who do you think you are? Attacking my daughter like that? Have you no shame for your actions?"

Scar took a couple of steps back as Simba advanced towards him. From behind his nephew, Scar noticed a knocked out Kiara as her mother towered over her and nudged her with her nose. The rest of the younger lions and lionesses were gathered around the mother and daughter with looks of concern splashed over their faces. He also noticed Shenzi and Banzai standing close to Nala as she tried to revive her daughter. "You've bought the hyenas I see," he said.

Simba growled as he stood on his hind legs, put his hands on his uncle's shoulders, and pinned him to the ground. "You know what Scar?" the king dangerously spoke, "you have done a lot of bad deeds in the past. You killed my father, you corrupted me into thinking that I killed him, the Pride Lands suffered because of you, my mother suffered as well! I would have killed you during that time if I had the chance but I didn't because I didn't want to turn into a lion like you! I didn't want to grow into a father that had blood on his paws."

Scar's serene expression softened as his features turned into a frightened look. Scar knew that he spoke about the past and the he didn't want to turn into him, but now that they were in the present, was he willing to kill his own uncle? "Are you...insinuating to kill me?" he finally asked.

Simba remained quiet for a short beat. The stern look never tore away from his face. "If I didn't kill you, you would still come back and take away everything from me again."

Scar felt his heart palpitating against his sternum. He didn't want to die so why did it have to come down to this? If his stupid daughter hadn't swooped in to save her friend, Scar would have been fine? Or would he? He thought back on Zuri's speech of how she would kill him if he ever came back to hurt her or her future cub. Why hadn't he been the lion that cared so much for others? If only he had a heart as fat and as gold as Mufasa's he would have been a fine lion. It was pride, greed, lust, jealousy, and wrath that had deteriorated him into the lion that he was now. He had a family that hated him, enemies that had turned against him, a daughter that despised him, and a lioness that he had killed. He had...nobody. What would be the point if he even tried to kill Simba now? The whole pride might even through a coup de'tat against him and this time, the Pride Landers were tougher since they had the Out Landers on their side. All the hard work that he had tried to accomplish for himself had turned into failure.

He turned his eyes at Simba and looked up at him. "Kill me," he ordered in the most uncharacteristic voice that he could muster.

Simba was shocked to hear something escape from that foul mouth. He knew that his uncle was probably bluffing with that command. He looked down at his paws and saw a pile of dirt near his uncle's paws. With one movement of the paw, that dirt would be flung towards his amber eyes and sting them until Scar would attack. However, the dark maned lion made no such effort to fling the dirt. "Kill you?" Simba asked.

Scar weakly nodded his head. "I killed your father," Scar said as if this was just news to Simba, "then I have to repay that deed by having you spill my blood into this earth."

Simba scrunched his eyes at him. He took a deep breath as he felt a cool breeze blowing into his red mane. He always associated that cool breeze with his father. The breeze was gentle and cool, enough to assure Simba that killing someone would also make him a murderer. He looked down at Scar when he let out a groan. He noticed that Scar clutched his side with his paw. Simba figured that he received that wound when Kiara fought him. "No Scar," Simba answered, "I am not like you."

But I have lost everything that was special to me! Scar wanted to scream. I have no one! No family, no mate, no cub! Why did I have to be this way? He realized that this sudden insight was too late to gain back the trust on the others, especially his daughter that he had abandoned. He peeked over Simba and noticed his daughter standing next to Nuka. The once frail lion, that was finally muscular and might you say, handsome, deeply nuzzled and kissed her to assure that her cousin was fine. Did I cause all of that damage? Scar thought as he felt some pangs of guilt floating through him.

"Scar?" Simba whispered as he leaned closer to his uncle. In his cold eyes, he saw his green eyes sparkling and a teardrop left his eye as it spilled onto the ground. Was he...crying? Simba had never seen his uncle cry before and he was shocked, yet sympathetic to see such a cold-hearted lion crying.

"I have no one Simba," Scar said as he brushed a paw over his eyes, suddenly ashamed that someone had to see him crying. "It would be better for everyone if I just died!" he growled as he put a claw under his throat.

Simba's eyes bulged but it was too late to stop him. "NO!" Simba roared but he had done it. The dark maned lion had gotten rid of himself.

Nala and the rest of the lions, Shenzi, and Banzai looked at Simba when he let out that roar.

"Nala," Simba said as he turned his head and looked at her, "take everyone home, they don't need to see this."

"Simba-" Nala was about to say but he interrupted her.

"Please, Nala now," Simba said.

Without another word, Kovu crouched to the ground as Kiara was put on his back. Nala turned her head to look back at Simba but she didn't see anything because half of Simba's body was blocking her view. "Wait a minute," she heard Banzai say, "you said that you were gonna help us find our daughter?"

As if on cue, the bushes rustled as Amber and Hasani walked out. A scarlet color stained their mouths. "Hey mom, hey dad," Amber greeted them as if it was just a normal night.

The two parental hyenas marched up to their daughter and boyfriend and gathered them into the lion group. "We are going to have a talk about this young lady," Banzai sternly said as Shenzi rolled her eyes at him. He can't even stay mad at her for one day she thought as the four hyenas followed the lions into the jungle.

Simba made sure that his family and the hyenas were out of sight. He looked back at Scar and saw his dull, lifeless green eyes staring into the heavens. As a loyal king to all the animals, both the good and bad, Simba just couldn't leave a family member rotting away like this. He walked behind Scar and pulled him by the scruff of his neck into an empty spot. He clawed the dirt as he started to dig a hole. Once the hole was big enough to fit his uncle, Simba slowly rolled his uncle's body into the chasm and refilled it with the dirt. Once the chasm was full, Simba patted it with his paw. "Things wouldn't have been this way Scar," Simba said, "if you hadn't been so evil." With those words, Simba turned his body and walked out of the jungle.

Rest in peace uncle.