A/N My own creativeness and not Disney's takes place after Nala says "I
would if you would just tell me." NOTICE: I do not own anything of The Lion
King or Disney. This story is about what would have happened if Simba
hadn't returned to Pride Rock and his place as king.
(Mostly Nala's story, with little excerpts of Simba's actions/thoughts.) {End of A/N}
(MIDDLE OF ARUGMENT)
"What about you?" bellowed Simba angrily. "You left!"
"I left to find help, and I found you!" screamed Nala back. She suddenly half pleaded, half argued. "Don't you understand? You're our only hope."
"Sorry."
Nala drew her head back in disgust, her eyes shutting a little bit with her lack of understanding. "What's happened to you? Your not the Simba I remember."
"You're right. I'm not. Now are you satisfied?"
"No, just disappointed."
"You know, you're starting to sound like my father," Simba said, jumping off of the moss-covered log he had been standing on. Trying to get away from the conversation. Trying.
"Good," murmered Nala, "At least one of us does."
Simba turned around, startled and angry. He got into Nala's face. "Listen, you think you can just come here and tell me how to live my life? You don't even know what I've been through."
"I would if you would just tell me!"
"I can't and I won't! Apparently you aren't getting the picture, Nala. I can't go back, and no matter what you say it won't change my mind." Nala suddenly looked hurt.
"Does it mean nothing to you that we are betrothed?" she yelled as Simba started to walk away.
"I'm dead, remember? That means your free to marry whom ever you want." "But you aren't, and I can't lie to the Pride." Simba swireled around again. "Don't, just don't think of telling mom. It would just bring her more pain to know I'm alive but not coming back."
"If I don't, I would be betraying the Pride. I don't do that, unlike SOME people." Nala ran to catch up to him.
"Stop, and leave. Just go back to the Pride, tell them whatever, break my mother's heart."
"You are being so cold hearted! Think of what Sarabi will feel. The pain, the anguish, and she's been thorough to much of that already." They were both thinking of Mufasa's death.
"If you really thought that I was a true king, you would have obeyed my request," challenged Simba, himself straightening.
Nala spat at his paw, missing and hitting the jungle tree's leaves. "Like you said, your not a real king," she said in disgust. She ran, ran away, back toward the Pride Lands, her mind declaring, "No King Simba."
A/N: What'd ya think? I thought it was a good idea, and I don't know if its been used already but if it has I'm not going to read it I'm going to come up with my own story =). Please R and R!
3 Alyssa
SARABI
(Mostly Nala's story, with little excerpts of Simba's actions/thoughts.) {End of A/N}
(MIDDLE OF ARUGMENT)
"What about you?" bellowed Simba angrily. "You left!"
"I left to find help, and I found you!" screamed Nala back. She suddenly half pleaded, half argued. "Don't you understand? You're our only hope."
"Sorry."
Nala drew her head back in disgust, her eyes shutting a little bit with her lack of understanding. "What's happened to you? Your not the Simba I remember."
"You're right. I'm not. Now are you satisfied?"
"No, just disappointed."
"You know, you're starting to sound like my father," Simba said, jumping off of the moss-covered log he had been standing on. Trying to get away from the conversation. Trying.
"Good," murmered Nala, "At least one of us does."
Simba turned around, startled and angry. He got into Nala's face. "Listen, you think you can just come here and tell me how to live my life? You don't even know what I've been through."
"I would if you would just tell me!"
"I can't and I won't! Apparently you aren't getting the picture, Nala. I can't go back, and no matter what you say it won't change my mind." Nala suddenly looked hurt.
"Does it mean nothing to you that we are betrothed?" she yelled as Simba started to walk away.
"I'm dead, remember? That means your free to marry whom ever you want." "But you aren't, and I can't lie to the Pride." Simba swireled around again. "Don't, just don't think of telling mom. It would just bring her more pain to know I'm alive but not coming back."
"If I don't, I would be betraying the Pride. I don't do that, unlike SOME people." Nala ran to catch up to him.
"Stop, and leave. Just go back to the Pride, tell them whatever, break my mother's heart."
"You are being so cold hearted! Think of what Sarabi will feel. The pain, the anguish, and she's been thorough to much of that already." They were both thinking of Mufasa's death.
"If you really thought that I was a true king, you would have obeyed my request," challenged Simba, himself straightening.
Nala spat at his paw, missing and hitting the jungle tree's leaves. "Like you said, your not a real king," she said in disgust. She ran, ran away, back toward the Pride Lands, her mind declaring, "No King Simba."
A/N: What'd ya think? I thought it was a good idea, and I don't know if its been used already but if it has I'm not going to read it I'm going to come up with my own story =). Please R and R!
3 Alyssa
SARABI