KawaiiCutie12, lol you didn't have to scared but I'm glad you did, hopefully this update will be when you're not in a public place lol. Yea old tyrant Scar is gone….or is he??? And your girl has a mad case of Stockholm syndrome. Hopefully I can portray how everyone in this story has been changed. Glad you enjoyed the update.

BIGTLKSWFAN, thanks for the review, I'm hitting you guys with another chapter soon.

Faithcorry634, thank you! I actually felt a bit rusty coming back to this story after a few weeks gone. Glad to be getting back in the swing of things.

Chapter 43

He was alone again. He felt small again, he felt cold again. "Where am i?" His voices didn't match his size anymore. Simba went to look in the river for his reflection. The last time he checked he was a grown lion, not some pre-pubescent cub.

Who voices was so small, so powerless, that it practically disappeared into the wind, once the words left his mouth.

But when his eyes looked down to the water in the river, he noticed it was black. That everything around him was black. It was the dream, the same dream. And he hated it.

His eyes looked around. They saw nothing but vastness of black skies and black grounds. The image seemed to roll on for miles and miles, but in this current allusion he couldn't truly tell.

This didn't make any sense. He thought it was done with this, with him. He hadn't seen his face for two years and now all he hasn't his sons dreams. Mufasa, he was somewhere in here, in the darkness. It was only a matter of time before he came out.

"I'm sick of this…I need to wake up." But how does one make themselves wake up from a dream? If he had any control at all he wouldn't have the dream in the first place, right? Clearly it didn't matter what he did, or tried to do. He would always come back to the dream…the nightmare. "Dammit where are you? Show your face, get on with it!"

I'm ready he thought, but he was never ready. He felt the burning gaze of his fathers eyes on him before anything else. Before the surrounding blackness shot away within seconds, before the light behind the figure blinded him. Because the strength from he waves were so strong and hot. He wasn't capable of looking at them.

"What do you want with me? Leave me alone!"

His masks of a face was unreadable. The thin lips of a face that seemed to be unable to smile. Pressed together in a forever impression of discontent. And eyes, eyes so stern, so ruthless, uncaring and unforgiving. He hated looking at them the most.

But in the end, that was that he was always drawn to. The eyes the carried nothing but disappointment. At least that was the filling that always sunk into simba bones, and flesh when he looked apron his father. Or what he believed to be his father.

The mere image before him was like he was looking in the river at himself. At a much older version of hisself. Yet the feeling he got was distance. He didn't know the lion he was looking at before him. He was a complete stranger to him.

"Go away! Leave me alone! I want nothing to do with you. Can't you see that!"

But the presence of his father said nothing. He just loomed over simba. Making him feel smaller and smaller by the second. Like he was nothing at all. A speck of dirt, a bug? An unwanted or unimportant afterthought. Simply just, nothing. He was nothing.

He was that scared little cub all over again. "Please…just go away, go the hell away-"

Simba…

Simba…

"What?" His eyes darted, the darkness was coming back. "Scar?"

Simba…

Simba…

"What do you want?" He looked around, he didn't see his uncle, he only heard him. Before he would feel his presence, and that would be all. Then he stared to hear the his voice, and then over time the voice started to become louder and louder.

Simba…

"What you do want?!"

Something in him, told him to look back up at his father. His eyes slowly made there way up towards to looming figure. " i….what the hell-".

The presence of Scar face merged with the face of his father. They seemed one in the same, they were one in the same.

You kept our secret, I'm so proud of you. You've grown up fine, just how I have taught you to be.

"NO I'm not like you."

You're every bit like me. I am your father after all, remember?

"Stop it!"

We share more than blood, we share secrets. Don't you remember?

"Stop it! Stop it!" It was hard for him to breathe. It was always hard for him to breathe at this point. Everything felt like it was closing in around him, he had nowhere to go to hide. Everything he was came to the light. And he didn't want to be shown of what he truly was."leave me alone…please!"

Remember me…

"Stop!"

Remember me…

"Please…"

Remember me…

He woke up in a cold sweat. His heart was racing and his body was beyond tense. It took simba time to gather his senses and understand his surroundings. He wasn't in his head anymore. He was in a den, a warm den. With familiar, comforting scents.

The different voices talking outside put him at ease. He was definitely around others. Yet his body was still too tense for him to even more. All that did move was his darting eyes and heaving chest.

"Hey you're up." She came from behind him. He turned his head towards the entrance of the den. She nuzzled him before he could fully see her face. "You're shaking, are you okay?"

"Yea." He found his voice. And it did not sound like the frighten cub in his dream. He was, himself again. "Just a –"

"Bad dream?" The lioness came and walked before him. Sitting across. "Is everything alright? You haven't had those in a while. Was it the same dream?"

He cleared his throat. 'No it wasn't." He got up slowly. His body felt wrecked, like he had gotten hit by an elephant.

"Maybe you should rest for a bit. Mother and I just got back from hunting. You haven't missed much this morning." The freckled muzzled lioness watched in dismay was the lion before her got to his paw. He was very unsteady at first. "Simba…"

"I'm fine, Kenya and besides you know I like to help, it's the least I can do." Kenya rolled her eyes. She had heard that before the first few months, and now its been a year. Why he felt he needed to prove himself was still beyond her.

"Alright, but don't over do it, okay?"

"I won't." But Kenya had learned she can't always trust those loving eyes and wide smile to do the right thing. When it came to taking care of himself. He leaned over and licked her cheek. "Now, where is everyone?"

"Hah, outside silly. Come on."He followed her outside the den, the light of the sun blinded him just like in his dream, and for the slightest moment he panicked, but then he remembered. He was with her, he was okay. The cool air greeted him, the warmth from the sun treated his coldness.

What happened to him just a few moments ago was a distance memory. They were always distance memories. After all, once they happened he didn't have to deal with them until he went back to sleep. The next 12 hours would be blissful.

The two lions came to an area were 2 other lions were. The two lionesses looked alike from this distance. Almost like small blurs only clearing and getting detail when they got closer.

"Looks like you finally woke the sleeping lion?" Voiced one lioness who looked exactly like Kenya, minus the freckled muzzle. Their coats, eyes and ear shaped matched to a T. The only real difference was the height, since this lioness was shorter than Kenya. "Morning sleepy head." Kleo, was her name.

The youngest of the red river pride sisters.

"Hey! focus here. Help me carry this." This lioness taller, and much more mature eyed her baby sister with vengeance. Kali would not be left to carry both her and Kleo half. She already had to wait for Kenya to return.

"Alright chill, it's not like it's going anywhere…"

"Kleo."

"Alright alright, I got it!" Kleo reluctantly followed her sisters orders.

" are you two love birds going to help or what?"

"Oh, sorry!" Simba quickly went over to the help carrying the fallen zebra. "See, told you I needed to help." Kenya just replied with an eye roll. She knew her sister Kali, was going to milk out the use of having another male around, besides their father Kye.

"Whatever, anyways where father?"

"Ah son you're up!" Kye, a wealthy lion in weight and height came into view. His smile was almost as wide as his gut. His personality was even bigger than he was.in all means he was a happy lion. " I was just about to find you, we've got some work to do! Leave that to the girls. Trust me, they are far better at it than we are."

"Oh, okay sir."

"Aw no fair, why does simba get to go?" Voiced Kleo

"Do you really want to go move those huge trees in the dam with them?" Kali.

"No, you're right. I'd rather deal with you, bossing me around. Than have to hear Father's over bearing enthusiasm ha."

"My point exactly, now get moving! Kenya join the line."

"Oh boy..."

Chapter 43 is up, can't wait to post the rest, in the next couple of days. I really cracks myself up, Kye, Kali, Kenya and Kleo. That's not a mindfuck at all lol. Anyways tell me what you think! I mean it looks like simba went and got himself a new life.