Hello all, and welcome to the third chapter of the story! I'd like to give a quick shout-out to Anonymous13 B, Keep Calm and Join Team Loki, Dark Gambler, amullonde, and my guest for reviewing the last chapter. Also, for all concerned about the fairly high amount of foul language, I'm not that much of a fan either, but Steele is an executed felon, and it's part of his character, so bear with me on that one if you can. Thanks. When y'all are finished reading, please do not forget to kindly leave me a review. Well, I think that I have done enough blabbing, so without any further ado, here is the chapter!

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Night finally fell upon Matthew Steele's first day as a lion cub, his second life. For the entirety of the time since of birth, the executed felon had been poked, padded at, and doted over.

How he hated such attention.

The defenseless cub lay in the paws of his sleeping "mother". His "father" was tightly snuggled into her, and he was snoring happily.

Steele rolled his eyes, which were still the same shade of sapphire blue, at the overprotectiveness of his new family.

The former human did not regard himself as some sort of precious commodity. To Steele, he was nothing more than a mangled ball of fluff with two big-ass eyes. The lion cub sighed in annoyance, and closed his eyes, preparing for his first slumber in his new body.

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"Matthew. Can you please go upstairs for a second? Your father and I really need to discuss a few things?"

A young Steele, his age probably around ten, nodded in response to his mother. The boy bounced up the stairs of the house and ran into the interior of his room. The door quickly slammed shut.

The boy's father then turned to the mother. "What did you want to talk about Martha?"

The woman narrowed her eyes. "Brent Apple Steele, I'm tiring of you treating me the way you do! I am your wife, not your personal slave!"

Brent narrowed his sea green eyes, and scratched his blonde hair. "Woman, don't you talk back to me!"

The man marched up to his wife, and with all his fury, slapped her hard across the cheek. Martha gasped in complete horror at the action. Snarling like a wild animal, Martha punched Brent directly on his eye.

He cried out in pain, and then tried to kick Martha, who skillfully ducked out of the way.

From his room, young Steele could easily hear the violent brawling of his parents. How the young boy loathed his father. He never worked, never spent time with him, and was always beating and berating his mother.

But this time was different. This time, something inside of young Matthew Steele snapped completely loose. He marched to his father's room, entered, and then opened the closet in the back of the room.

Standing up in a prominent position was a loaded hunting rifle with a large scope attached on top.

With icy determination in his sapphire blue eyes, and without hesitation, Steele picked up the rifle before sprinting to the top of the staircase.

His biological parents were still engaging in fisticuffs. Steele narrowed his eyes, pointed the rifle in the direction of his father, and looked into the scope.

Both fighters knew something was wrong, and they turned to Matthew, both of their eyes widening in complete fear. Brent faced his son and help his hands up in surrender.

"Matty…it's me…your daddy. Just put the gun down, buddy. Just put the gun down."

Instead of placing the gun on the floor, Steele pulled the trigger.

BLAM…BLAM…BLAM!

Steele opened his eyes, and was suddenly blinded by bright white light. When his vision cleared, he saw Kiara looking down upon him, grinning widely.

"Good morning Unio my sunshine. Today is your presentation to the kingdom that you will one day rule. Don't worry, though. Your daddy and I will be more than young enough to see you achieve that."

Steele rolled his eyes. As if I cared.

Several minutes passed, and absolutely nothing happened. Kiara simply held her disgruntled offspring in her paws, waiting diligently for her cue.

When the princess heard the roars of her father and her husband, she knew that the time had come.

She grabbed Steele by the nape, picked him up in her mouth, and began to walk towards the very tip of Pride Rock.

This process was less than lovely in the opinion of Steele. "No matter how much I bathe, I will never get the feeling of lioness saliva off of me."

The edge soon arrived, and Nala, Simba, Kovu, and old Rafiki were standing proudly on the edge, looking proudly at the wide assortment of animals that were gathered below.

Kiara, with Steele dangling from her mouth, walked up towards Rafiki, with the cub's eyes slowly widening in embarrassment and horror. The old mandrill smiled at the princess before taking the newborn cub from her mouth, the cub flailing his limbs in a futile attempt to escape.

"Get me the hell out of here! I am not a toy! AND FOR GOD'S SAKE, SOMEBODY TELL THE ANTELOPES TO PUT ON SOME DAMN PERFUME!"

Meanwhile, Rafiki cracked open a mysterious fruit before dipping one of his thumbs in the bright red juice. Chuckling, the shaman rubbed some of the juice on Steele's head, causing the cub to grimace.

"This is the equivalent of a zoo animal dumping my head in a bucket of orange juice."

From a patch on the end of his staff, Rafiki poured a little bit of powder into one of his hands. The old mandrill then sprinkled the powder over Steele's face, causing him to sneeze. This only served to increase Steele's anger.

Suddenly, Steele suddenly remembered the gift that the mysterious voice had given him. He grinned as he clenched one of his paws into a fist, just like any human has the ability to with their hands.

The former human held up his fist, and punched Rafiki in the nose as hard as he possibly could. The old mandrill, stunned, dropped the cub on the ground in order to hold his injured nose with both hands. He then spoke to Kovu and Kiara, both of whom had concerned expressions on their faces.

"There is something different about that cub. Whether this is good or bad, I do not know, but be wary." He then turned to Simba. "Cancel the ceremony. I think the little one may have broken my nose."

Steele smiled internally when he heard those words. "Serves those bitches right. Nobody degrades me and gets away with it!"

Nala then roared in order to signal the conclusion of the ceremony, and the pride retreated back into Pride Rock, all of them completely stunned from the day's events.

Well, that is going to be all that I am going to write for now! As I mentioned previously, PLEASE do not forget to kindly leave me a review. I will try to update this story whenever I possibly can, and I'd like to thank all of you so much for taking the time to read this. Well, I do believe that I have babble enough, so I think I'm going to check out. Until the next time, take good care of yourselves, and again, thank you very much for reading!

-Tex-