Chapter 12.
This is the twelfth chapter. Hope you enjoy it. By the way, the headphones in this story are those had had the plastic strip that goes over your head, connecting two circular things you place over your ears (I don't know the correct terms). The Apple "earphone" we use now weren't around until 2001.
That afternoon, Timon and Pumbaa were walking in the woods, both wearing headphones and listing to music on a black Sony Discman portable CD player they each held in their right hands. They were wearing the same clothes they had on the previous day (they didn't have many clothes). They were both humming when something landed on the grassy path in front of them. They both stopped, turned off their music and looked down and saw a small grey stone. The looked to their left, which was the direction they saw the stone come from, and from the bushes jumped a cloaked and hooded figure, wearing a dark brown cloak and light grey trousers jumping towards them, with a large rusty machete in its hands, but landed with its arms outstretched in front of it, and its legs bent and its main body facing the ground, and its head facing ahead. Seeing the knife, Timon and Pumbaa then screamed and started running from the right side of the path and ran off into the bushes. The figure got up on its feet and ran after them, gaining a quick pace. "Run for your life!" Timon yelled.
The figure, no matter hard Timon and Pumbaa tried to lose it (by ducking under fallen trees), kept them in its sight. They both saw that they were coming to a large natural rocky wall. As they came up to it, Timon grabbed a handful of roots and used them to pull himself up, Pumbaa grabbed some roots besides him and started climbing too. But Pumbaa's chubby body weight was too much for the roots to hold, so they broke off the wall and made Pumbaa fall the short distance to the ground. He got up on his feet, turned around and saw the figure was only a few feet away and closing. Pumbaa moved his back against the wall, closed his eyes and accepted his fate. Then suddenly, Simba jumped down from the top of the wall, holding two medium sized knives. He landed on the figure's upper body, forcing it to the ground, but the figure quickly rolled its body away from Simba and got up on its feet holding the machete with both hands. Simba got up on his feet and swished both knives in a downward left direction, but they missed. The figure then tried swished the machete at Simba's mid-section, but he jumped a foot back just in time, making it miss. Simba tried the same move, this time the knives struck the machete, but the figure got them undone. This action happened immediately after that. The figure then started to swish the machete in in an upward left direction, but Simba moved his left-hand knife down towards the blade, and as they met, the machete blade broke, making the sharp part fall to the ground. The figure dropped what remained of the machete and jumped up on Simba's shoulders, making him drop his knives and fall on his back to the ground. The figure placed both hands on Simba's throat and started strangling him. He then saw that the figure was a girl! The jump on his shoulders, combined with the fall, had made her hood go down, revealing her face. As she strangled, Simba noticed something familiar about the girl. Blond hair, teal eyes, pale complexion. He then suddenly remembered who she looked like. "Nala?!" He said, using what breath he had left.
Nala then immediately stopped strangling Simba, moved her hands off his throat and got up on her feet. Simba gasped and cough, and held his left hand against his throat as he slowly got back on his feet. "You know me?" She asked, staring at the man before her. "Nala, it's me. Simba." Simba said to her, now back on his feet and looking at her. "Simba?!" She asked surprised, then turned her face down at him, looking him up and down. "Is that really you?" She asked, string at his face unsure. "Yeah, it's me, Simba, see?" Simba asked happily, before laughing happily, a small smile forming on his face. Nala's Eyes widened ad her mouth gaped open with happiness. They then both hugged each other, laughing with delight. After a few seconds they broke the hug, and looked at each other. "Nala, what are you all the way out here?" Simba asked, smiling. "Look at you!" Nala said, also smiling. Behind them, Timon climbed down the wall using the roots and came besides a confused and sweaty Pumbaa, looking at Simba and Nala's reunion, rapidly becoming confused. "Pumbaa, I don't think you're getting killed today." Timon said.
"Where have you been?! Everybody thought you were dead!" Nala said, stroked her right hand in Simba's slightly long hair. Timon and Pumbaa then walked up to them. "You though he was dead? I thought I was dead!" Pumbaa chuckled. To his left, Timon laughed. "What fun! Excuse me for asking, but how do you two know each other?" Timon asked them, pointing his left index finger at Simba and Nala. Simba turned around to face them, and stepped aside so Nala could see them. "Timon, Pumbaa, I want you to meet my childhood friend, Nala. Nala, these are my friends, Timon and Pumbaa. I've been living with them these past 11 years." Simba explained, gesturing towards the three around him with both his hands. "'Childhood friend?' Did she also have a knife then?" Timon asked, a suspicious look on his face. "Oh, no. Sorry about that. I don't know what came over me." Nala explained, as she took off her cloak revealing her light brown shirt, putting the cloak on the ground. Simba then faced Nala and gestured her to follow him. "Nala, you're gonna love it here. This place is amazing. It's like paradise." Simba said, talking a few steps to the left into the bushes, then stopped and looked around. Nala just stood where she stood, staring at him sternly. "Simba, we need to leave. We need to go home. Scar has taken over with the Zulu's. You have to take your place as king." Nala explained. Hearing that sentence made Simba's smile end and made his face look glum. "A king? Simba? Wat's she talking about?" Timon asked, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Simba. "We kneel before you as humble servants." Pumbaa said before bowing on his feet. Timon laughing as he tuned around and saw his friend bowing. "Timon, relax. Pumbaa, you don't have to do that. She's wrong. My days as 'Simba the Prince' are over." Simba said, as Pumbaa got up. Nala stepped closer to him. "Seeing you again, alive, you don't know what this means to everyone. What this means to me. You have to come home. Please." Nala said. "This is my home. Please stay, this place is incredible. I know you'll love it." Simba said as he stroked his right-hand fingers in the front of Nala's left hair. "I can't. Nala replied, chuckling softly. "Oh, come on! At least let me show you around." Simba cried as he ran off into the bushes. Nala then started running after him. "Hey, where are you going?" She yelled as she followed him.
Nala caught up with Simba as he slowed down, and they both walked side by side by the stream, Nala looking around the area. "I must admit, this place is beautiful." Nala said, as then held Simba left hand with her right hand. Simba noticed, looked down at their hands together, then looked at her and smiled. Behind them, Timon and Pumbaa were secretly following them, before they stopped and sat on a rock atop a slope overlooking the area. "Oh boy, I can see what's gonna happen to them." Timon whispered to Pumbaa to his right. "What about them?" Pumbaa asked, hushed. "Isn't it obvious? First, they reunite. Next thing, they start falling in love, and then… our trio is down to two." Timon answered. "Oh, I get it now." Pumbaa muttered. "With sunset, comes twilight. With twilight comes magic, romance, and then… disaster's in the air." Timon said, noting that the sun was starting to go down, pulling out some binoculars, Simba and Nala now walking in a large clearing, and they both lied down on the grass next to each other, making eye contact. Simba wanted to tell her what had happened to him, but he knew that she'd turn away from him and didn't want that. Nala wondered why Simba wasn't being who he was supposed to be. They ignored those thoughts and got up on their feet and started running across the clearing again. They both looked at each. Simba then suddenly tripped over something and fell to the ground. Nala stopped in her tracks and went over to him. As she held out her right hand to him, Simba grabbed it with his left hand and her pull him up on his feet. When he got up on his feet, their bodies were piratically touching each other's, their heads were only a few centimetres close to each other's. Both made eye contact again. They stared at each other for several seconds before Simba turned towards a large slope next to a magnificent waterfall. Simba led the climb, sometimes holding Nala's hand as she tries to get a foothold. At the top, Simba and Nala both lied down and looked at each other again. Simba then held Nala's right cheek with his left hand and began moving his head slowly towards her, his eyes and his lips forming into a certain shape. Nala got the message and then moved her face towards his, closing the distance, as their lips touched and then kissed. After several seconds, they moved their heads apart. Simba then moved up his upper body and then took off his leather jacket and started taking off his shirt, hen he looked at Nala, whose eyes and mouth were wide open. Simba cleared his throat, and began rearranging his shirt when Nala her hands on his forearms and nodded.
Looking in his binoculars at the rock, Timon watched Simba and Nala, then slightly gasped when he saw them taking off their clothes. It was obvious. Love was in the air. "What are they doing?" Pumbaa, still where he was. "Their taking off their clothes." Timon answered. "Oh. That can only mean one thing." Pumbaa replied, worriedly. "It means… that their falling in love tonight. So that means…" Timon began saying. "His carefree days with us are history." Pumbaa finished for him. "In short, our pal is doomeddd." They both said in unison, looking at the round sadly.
And that's the twelfth chapter! Hope you enjoyed it. Please review. Please review. Hope the "Can you feel the love tonight" part was romantic enough. Don't get me wrong, I like that song and the moment in both and 1994 and 2019 films. A new strain of coronavirus is in the UK, as is in other countries. Makes me worried. We'll just have to wait and see. I might be able to get another chapter done this week before Christmas.