OK, so it's not actually a "dance", but ya know how fighting is sometimes called a Dance?? GOOOOOD reader!! Haha, sorry. This chapter is short until I can find a way to properly wrap it up. Evil teachers. They keep giving me these things called "Homework Assignments" that I'm apparently supposed to do ya know? LOL, hope you enjoy it and forgive me for not updating sooner!!
~ * Captain Pocky * ~
Scar was old. That was for sure. Not just because of his age, but because he had never really had experience fighting. Yeah, sure he wrestled his brother when he was a cub, but fresh muscle would always prevail. Plus, everything was done for him. He was beginning to wonder where the hyenas were……
Nala snickered as Simba battered his uncle. Her aqua eyes beamed as she watched her best friend show his rage toward the lion who banished him from his own life. After seeing that the hyenas had held back in shock, not realizing whom it was that was attacking Scar and what they should do about it, Nala lay down where she was and watched the show. This was the first time she had seen him. Simba. No, she had lived with him everyday of her life, but really seen him. For the brave, powerful fighter that he was. He really was gorgeous. Sleek, muscular, determined but most of all, he was her best friend. But she wanted him for more. It was true and Nala knew it now. She loved him.
She briefly looked away from the battle --- which Simba was clearly winning --- up to the lionesses up above. They all had tears in their eyes as they watched. She was one, her aunt look down and cry even more. She smiled up at all of them, especially at her mother and Simba's mother. Then she turned away and calmly watched the fight.
Scar was growing weaker and weaker as the seconds passed and the battle continued. He already had the wound on his face from Nala and several fresh bite marks and open cuts all over his body. Hair was ripped from his thin black mane. His claws were worn; his fur was matted; his flesh was cut and exposed; he was humiliated and tired. With one more swift bat from his nephew, Scar fell to ground with a flop. His labored breathing prevented him from getting up again. He slowly looked up to the large lion standing over him. Scar noted that this lion had little more than a few scratches and some bruises. There was one cut across Simba's face leading from the beginning of his mane, down his forehead, down his nose and resting just above his lip. Blood dripped in his eyes and his mouth. His yellow eyes glared and he growled.
"That was for ruining my life," Simba said. "And for killing my father. And putting my mother through all that pain. And for putting me through all that pain. For kicking me out of my home and taking my throne." Simba backed up so that the sun shown directly into Scar's eyes. He blinked it away, and weakly struggled to get up. Failing, he flopped back down. "But I do have to thank you for one thing," Simba said matter-of-factly. "By driving me away, you drove Nala away. I wouldn't have felt safe with her back here. With you. And these…...these…..." Simba eyes the angry hyenas. "These……sorry excuses for body guards."
Scar growled and leapt to his feet with strength that Simba was sure he had stripped him of. "We were so much happier without you two here! We had food, and protection. I was good to the lionesses! The hyenas protected them. They never needed you in the first place," Scar grinned.
Simba laughed. " 'Good to the lionesses' huh? I don't think killing their king and driving away the only heirs can be considered being good to them."
"Simba, you don't know what went on while you were away so you can't just waltz in here and --- "
Simba ably lunged for Scar's throat. The absence of protective hair made Simba's job a lot easier. His long, sharp teeth sunk in so fast and gracefully that Scar felt little pain. His eyes glazed over, pupils shrunk, muscles contracted, breathing ceased, he went limp.
And so, Scar died.
Being too stupid to do much else, the hyenas fled without much of a fight. Knowing that Scar was dead and that Simba and Nala had returned, they figured it was time to leave. For good.
The lionesses, however, picked off the last daring few who thought it wise to rise to the challenge and try to keep Pride Rock. Meanwhile, Nala ran to Simba.
Ignoring Scar's body, Nala jumped in front of Simba. "Simba! You're face! You're bleeding!"
"I know, it's no big deal ---- "
"Hold still!"
"Nala, really, I'm fine –--- "
"Hush for a second!"
"……OK……"
Nala absentmindedly began to lick the blood from his face. A shiver when threw his body.
"This has happened before, this has happened before, and this time is no different, she's just helping,"
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Rafiki left the two briefly to go talk to the lionesses. Simba looked at the old monkey as he left, and Nala continued to clean his cut. "You were really brave just now."
Blushing, and leaning into the nuzzle, Simba responds, "He was old. No tough match for us."
"You mean you. No tough match for you."
Simba grins and steps away from her, only to look at her head on. "No, I meant 'us'. You could have taken that old trash bag down. Probably faster than I did. I've seen what you're made of, Nala."
He leaned in to nip her jaw and nuzzled her ear. "We're finally home, Nala."
Responding to his affection, she said, "Yeah, and it's about time." She snuggled against him. "It feels so good to be back home."
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"So," Rafiki spoke as he neared the group of lionesses, "it seems as though there has been a change in who will rule the Pridelands."
They all looked down where, by now, Nala had tackled Simba and the two wrestled. They watched as the two lions, whom they had lost so long ago, were still together, and still friends and still came home. With Scar and the hyenas out of power, it looked as though the Pridelands were to be ruled, once more, by the rightful king……and queen.
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OK, I don't think I'm done yet……there will be only one more chapter to this, and it will most likely be short……and who knows….perhaps the beloved Timon and Pumbaa will return to the story……depends on how much you love me……*wink*……which you can show me by reviewing!! Thanks soooo much for all the encouragement that I've been getting from you guys!
Captain Pocky