Author's Notes:

Chapter 4: Simba's Teenage Years and a Not so Friendly Reunion

[Jungle Boogie Plays]

"Hang on Simba! I'll save you!" yelled Timon as he frantically swam towards Simba who was reclining on his back down the river towards the waterfall.

"WOO-HOO!" yelled Simba as he went over the edge to get grabbed by Pumbaa.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh!" screamed Timon as he went over the waterfall.

A few years Later (Simba as a teen)

"Oi! Taking care of a lion is back-breaking..." said Timon as he cracked his back, "Ooooooh! That hit the spot! Now then let me see..."

The meerkat was unaware of a figure crouched down behind him in the tall grass as he inspected a rotting log but then noticed something wrong when the temperature starting rising and he slowly turned around to have his eyes go wide in fear.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" screamed Timon running from the flaming attacker until he ran into Pumbaa.

"Pumbaa! Pumbaa! Run!" said Timon snapping Pumbaa's ears like reins and the warthog took off with their pursuer on their tails. The figure chased them until they came to a dead end and both turned around panicking as the flaming figure advanced.

"Pumbaa, I'm sorry for taking your ideas and making them mine." said Timon as his "last" words.

"I'm sorry for farting in your cream centipede and saying Simba did it." said Pumbaa.

"Wait! You did what?! Blah!" said Timon trying to clean off his tongue.

*ROAR*

A teenaged lion jumped at the flaming attacker and the two started attacking each other.

"Go for the jugular! THE JUGULAR!" yelled Timon, "See? I told you he'd come in handy."

The attacker inhales and Simba clamps the attacker's mouth shut and a muffled explosion is followed and smoke is soon seen rising from his nostrils and he pulls away and starts coughing up ash.

"How...*cough!*...cruel can...*cough!*...you be! That was a cheap shot! *COUGH!*" barked the attacker before he turned around to face Simba again.

"Maybe it's because I'm one of the few to know how to beat you, aside from Nala." said Simba scratching his chin before he is tackled and looks into an angry left eye, the right is covered by a tuft of black mane fur.

"Don't you dare mention Nala! I don't know how you know her, but I don't you!" barked the attacker.

"What's the matter? Don't recognize me 'cause of my mane?" said Simba with a smirk.

"Very funny, smart guy. I knew you were never dead, but your uncle gave me a painful lesson about questioning him." said Fang getting off Simba.

"What do you mean?" asked Simba raising an eyebrow.

"Look at my right eye." said Fang removing the tuft of mane fur to reveal three horizontal scars across his eye.

"Hey! What's going on here?!" yelled Timon.

"Living with bug-eaters? How low the mighty noble lion has fallen." said Fang with venom lacing his voice.

"Hey! Don't knock it-"

" 'Til you try it? Trust me, you little rodent, I spent most of my life eating bugs! And I don't plan to go back to doing so now!" snarled Fang before he stormed off.

"Sheesh! What a hot-head! You were friends with him?" said Timon.

"I...was. He's not the same." said Simba before he walked off followed by Timon and Pumbaa. Fanged looked back before he curled up into the shade and went to sleep. One thing that he was lucky though with, was that nobody seemed to notice his fur was a much darker shade of Simba's.

"It's all your fault Simba, I'm an outcast again." growled Fang in his sleep.

END CHAPTER