SIMBA

The back of my mind raced, with all the information Nala had told me. Apart of me was still struggling to put the pieces together. this was all too, unreal. and not what I was expecting. If I thought gripping at reality was difficult back then... this feels like a shit show now. I can't believe I let this all happen. I should have died right along with my family that day...

and I know there has to be more. And not knowing the rest is making my blood boil, I need to know everything!

My eyes looked up to see Kenya coming into our den, she was talking outside with her sister. I didn't have the need within me to pay attention to what she had to say to her. either way, I hear about it. this is all so fucking much, and right now what she's about to tell me isn't a pressing fucking matter.

"So, you're not doing to explain anything to me?"

"I really have nothing to explain right now." I laid down. The moment my body hit the cool den floor I felt whatever energy I had left in me, get sucked right out of me. Everything felt numb. and time was not passing by fast enough, though I knew damn well I would not be getting any sleep tonight.

"I think you do Simba."

"What do you want me to explain right now-"

"The hell were you two doing there?"

"We were talking."

"That didn't look like talking to me." I could feel a fight wanting to claw its way out of me... " You said you would get her to explain why she was here. That was hours ago, I'd been waiting all day. and then I have to come with my sister to find you two alone again. Do you know how bad that looks?"

"I know, It's terrible."

"Apparently you don't know, because that's the second fucking time now!" I snapped my head as soon as I heard her raise her voice at me.

"Kenya, I am not in the mood to deal with this right now."

"You're not in the mood to talk to me, your MATE but you have all the time in the world to be with Nala... is that what you're telling me?!"

"Fuck...No, that's not it-"

"Then what is it Simba? tell me"

"I'm sorry Kenya, but I can't have this conversation with you right now." I got up to excuse myself. I needed more than a walk to calm myself down. I needed to hit something, attack something... this feeling I had built inside of me felt...dangerous. I was halfway out the den when my ears picked up on a noise and it made me stop. I knew she was crying and I knew it eas because of me. "Babe, I'm sorry. I just need some time to process some things." I turned around to face her. "I really need you to understand that."

"I don't know what you're even asking me to understand."

"It's complicated." I voiced because that was the only word I could come up with vaguely describe my situation. Complicated, more like morally fucked up.

"It's always been complicated with you..." I hated myself... because she had a point. I've never been fully truthful to her. I feel like everything I have ever brought to her was or is a lie! "... I don't know what's happening but I feel like I'm losing you...".

"You're not, I just need to handle somethings and everything will be right back to the way they were before-"I walked closer to her, so she could see the honest expression on my face. I loved her, I needed her to know that. I would fix everything and set everything right. But as I drew closer to her she pulled away.

"Don't, I can smell her all over you."

"Kenya."

"Just leave Simba." she turned away from me without saying another word. So I left.

Walking into the night, I let the darkness that played in the back of my mind consume me. the words that Nala had said to be earlier " she wanted to die Simba." played on repeat over and over again in my head. did she really want to die, or did she just lose hope? I'd never known my mother to give in into anything... So, in the end she must have done that she thought was right. what would save everything else?

She didn't have a choice.

She didn't have a choice.

I took those choices away from her... I took choices away from everyone who could have needed me.

"Dammit!" I slashed out, sticking anything nearby. In this case, the side of a small tree. It's center whacked in two. I could feel my blood rushing to my paw as I watched the top of the tree cave into itself.

"My my impressive strength their son."

"Huh?" I quickly turned around to see if someone was coming on on me. I know for a fact I heard someone's voice. But as I looked around my surrounding I saw no one.

" But Of course, you've always had that on you, you carry muscle on your body just like your father. And being like him you were bound to be more...explosive than calculating."

"...what the fuck..."

"What? surprised to see your good old Uncle?" from the shadows he appeared, the figment of my imagination coming into physical form. My Uncle. There's no way in hell I am seeing this right now.

"no way, you're dead..."

"Dead is just a figure of being Simba. I can assure you I am very much alive and well."

"...no no this can't be happening... you're not supposed to be here, you're dead!"

"Then why conjure me here? Since you say you want to get rid of me."

"The hell are you talking about, I didn't bring you here."

"Sure you did, that inner rage the inner monster inside of you calls for me."

"...Bullshit you're wrong." I had to be going crazy...there was no way I was arguing with a dead lion. I'm letting my emotions get ahead of me too much... I'm seeing things clearly. "You...You did this!" I found myself charging, full speed ahead at him. I was going to take him down I was going to end him. I swung my paw, I was going to connect with his jaw and severe every nerve in his body connecting from his jaw on downward.

But when I blinked, he was gone. The faces that was my uncle, standing there mocking me. Was now me running dead into a 10ft tree. I quickly tried to stop myself, turning to turn a corner. but it was too late, my midsection had hit the base of the tree hard. my stomach seized my, lungs lost air and I felt my side crack.

"And just like your father, bull-headed. Tell me, how does it feel ramming full speed into a tree, thinking you're about to attack me?" a violent rush from my stomached forced it's way out. My nose burned my eyes, watery.

"..w...what the fuck to you want. Why are you here..." I could barely get the words out, as I tried to control the pain in my chest.

"I told you, you brought me here. The deadly impulse, that want to kill. is just me coming to the forefront of your mind. I honestly thought this would come out of you before my son, but each lion comes into his own when he's ready when he's been pushed there." His mane moved with the wind, his paw...tocuhed the ground I was on...how?

"I am nothing like you..."

" You are every bit like me. Might not as calculating no... my son thankfully got that. kings know what he'd be like if he didn't have that going for him."

"Go away!"

"I would if you had to power to make me. Believe you me, waiting for you to fully embrace yourself has not been easy. I'd come and visit you in your dreams, pop a little inspiration for you here and there. But you weren't ready. you didn't have the spark the fire. Now that's it's lit, the fun can really begin."

"GO AWAY!"

" I can't go away until you satisfy it Simba. but then once you feel that need, it just comes to haunt you over and over again."

" what the hell are you talking about?"

"The Malice, my Malice that I have unselfishly given you and my son. What you and Nuka hold in your hearts, will allow you to concur anything. But I must want with my own mistake, the troubles of the heart can be such a pain in the ass. But in the end, that's how your mother got me. No matter how much I tried to distance myself from her I couldn't. My want for her was in a way more powerful than my Malice to kill your father."

"NO!"

"Now Simba, don't act all surprised like that. you knew it was me all along, remember?" yes...yes I remember I remember everything. Him taking me away from my family, him telling me how he knew how my father died. How he promised to do the same to my mother if I ever betrayed him... " And because you loved your mother so much, you were a good little cub. trained better than my son even, if I had lived. I would have chosen you to be my successor. but then again the way my son turned out, I am very impressed. He killed your mother in a way, I don't think I would even be capable of, and how he butchered your brother...my son. Was cold"

"... I want you gone... I want you out of my life..." my head was spinning, I was going insane... nothing was making sense anymore. The only thing I could feel was a burning fire.

"Not you mention your precious little Nala, why that was just monstrous. But I guess he did learn from me... The only way to get power is to take it from others."

" STOP IT!"

"Now that rage inside of you, you know is not meant for me."

"No...it's not."

"Why I actually find myself in a bit of a situation, between you and my son. I don't know who to root for? Call me crazy but I love to see a bit of intense sibling rivalry."

"...I'm going to kill him, and everyone in his bloodline."

"Hmm, that's my boy." I could hardly focus on my uncle circling around me. All I could see was Nuka, and all I wanted to do was end him. I wanted his blood staining the ground, my teeth, my paws... "You know what you need to do. I'd been teaching you, showing you since you both were cubs. It's ingrained in you." I want him dead... I want them all dead.

Crack

The sound of a tree limb snapping brought me back from the darkness. When I looked around, everything seemed to be as normal. I didn't see my uncle, but I could feel him. I quickly got myself up and headed back towards the den. When I got to the den she was sleeping. A cub tucked deep into her inner side. His paw hanging every which way as one arm held him tight.

I walked inside the den, I did my best not to make a sound. But Nala's sense her hypersensitive and me simply placing a paw inside the den woke her up. A growl left her throat. " who's there."

"It's me."

"Simba? What are you doing here?"

"I need a place to sleep." I walked to the back corner and sat inside. "Are you okay with me sleeping here?"

"...yeah." but her voice didn't sound so sure. She was nervous

"Don't worry I'll stay over here."

"Okay, that's fine." as I put my head down, it finally felt like I had come home to a familiar place. Where Kenya and I were staying was okay, but it wasn't a place I'd call home. it was cold, uncomfortable, everything I had been feeling as of late. In fact, I hated staying there. "...is everything okay?" I heard her ask. I didn't have an answer for her. I am now-more than positive believe something is wrong with me.

"I just need sleep." I voiced, turning to face away from her. "I'll be gone by morning."

+ RyanSquad, Yo I am serious! you all can doubt me no more. This will be done within 120 chapters!

+ KawaiiCutie12, I know I was waiting for this moment for a long time.