A/N: HOW CAN YOU NOT FEEL SORRY FOR SAFI??? LOL j/k I did, but that doesn't
mean you have to.
Also, yes I'm stupid. I was thinking of Mufasa as I wrote whatever chapter in whatever story it was when I said that Scar said something along the lines "My brother would not be so stupid." I was thinking of Mufasa. and it was two a.m.! Ahhh! Err.
Chapter 4: Grieving
Simba's Point of View
I looked up at Nala and said something, but for my life could not remember what. She just turned, looked at me, her eyes filled with tears, trails where past ones had fallen, and I felt guilty. I don't know why, I just did. Maybe because I had never wanted to see those beautiful eyes filled with anything but happiness, and she had been through so much already, with Scar and everything, growing up in that horrible environment. I had vowed that I would protect her from any hurt from now on, after I had hurt her so much. So I let myself down, again.
Some of the lionesses buried Safi away from Pride Rock, near the watering hole. Fuadi was constantly distant, and me nor Nala could find her half of the time. She wondered off, spending a lot of time alone, 'Too much alone time for any cub,' had said Nala.
As for my grieving, I really didn't. I spent all of my time comforting Nala or looking for Fuadi. So when a concerned lioness asked how I was doing, I was so off guard by the question, I started sputtering until she gave a sympathetic look and left.
End of Point of View
Scar smiled at his pride, the Outsiders, and at the sheer number they had been able to attain. "Simba, Nala, their whole pride is grieving over the death of their 3rd in line princess, Simba's daughter. The time to wage war is upon us! They will be caught up in their grief, they'll never see it coming!" Scar laughed, Zira joining him. A few lionesses looked at each other uneasily, feeling cheap for hitting some lion at their low.
"Nuka, boy, come out here," Scar said in disgust when he did not see his cub. "NUKA!"
"Right here father!" came the obedient call of his son, scurrying up toward him. Scar smiled at Zira's abdomen, hoping it would produce a better looking, a stronger cub as her.
"You're dismissed!" the King called out, and the lionesses parted ways, off to sunbathe. Zira, noticing her mate looking at her stomach, nuzzled him contently.
"Daaad," whined the cub, "What did you want?"
"He wanted to know where you were, hopefully not being an idiot as you usually are," Zira said nastily, looking up to Scar for approval. He smiled and she focused her attention back on the cub. "Now go," she said, shoving him roughly with her paw.
"Moooom," he complained as he tumbled a bit, then gathered himself and climbed down the rock rapidly. Zira's attention was diverted to something moving, still in the Pride Lands, but very close to the border.
She jumped off the rock, motioning for a couple lionesses to follow her. Nuka started to follow to, but she snarled at him, and he retracted, grumbling something. Zira roared out. "Who's there?" It took off, and she smelled who it was. The other twin.
"How stupid are these Pride Landers?" she called out, running full burst toward her.
Fuadi gasped when she heard the soft talking of lionesses. She looked around, amazed at how her daze had led her almost out of the Pride Lands. She quickly started running home, but then suddenly someone was running behind her.
She had to think, quick.
She ran, getting toward, hearing whoever it was gaining on her quickly. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something. The cheetah clan! Surely, they would help her, or would they? She ran in their direction, trying to roar but all that came out was a pitiful mewing sound. But one of them picked up on it, and looked up quickly. She recognized Ruya, leader of the Cheetah Clan, eyeing her with suspicion.
Fuadi dared to look back, to see who her follower was. Suddenly emerging from the thick grasses she had come out of, was Zira.
"Ruya, help!" she yelled as continued to run. Ruya sent a signal to his clan, and they were all lined up, charging toward Zira and her two lionesses.
Zira, seeing she was outnumbered severely, roared, defeated, and turned back to the Outlands, stopping once to turn. "You would think you wouldn't be so stupid, after watching your sister die. You Pride Landers," she sneered, turning to go back to her home.
Fuadi just stood, shaking, wanting to kick herself in the tail for having dazed off so badly.
"She was WHERE?" roared Simba, pacing.
"Calm down, my friend," said Ruya soothingly. "We saved her."
"But what if you hadn't been so dangerously close to the border also?" he cried out, staring daggers at Fuadi for a moment as he paced. Nala sat silently, her eyes watching her mate pace.
"Well, let's not think about that," replied Ruya, "She's safe - That's all that matters." Simba nodded slightly, still pacing. Ruya looked with a heavy heart. "You know, if you never give Fuadi or Kiara the space they need, alone, off of Pride Rock, they won't turn out right."
Simba gave him a look that meant death. "Ruya, it is NONE of your business how I raise my daughters!"
Ruya bowed low, "Yes, your majesty, King Simba." Simba was instantly regrettable.
"Ruya, I told you not to call me that, please, my friend, don't."
"Very well, sire."
"None of that, either," he knew had maybe lost a friend. He swallowed, wishing he could turn back time.
"I understand that you are going through a difficult time, Simba, but no need for the angry words. I know exactly how you feel." Simba grimaced, remembering that Ruya's mate and their three cubs, triplets, had died in the stampede, the stampede that had also taken his father.
"Of course," he said hoarsely, and nodded toward him. "Thank you for bringing Fuadi home, safely."
"No problem Simba," the cheetah grinned, "Have you met my, em, new mate?" Simba shook his head, disbelieving that Ruya had gotten over his last mate, true love if he might add, and find a new mate. "Her name's Malakia. Mala for short."
"Malakia? Baby?" Ruya laughed at him.
"Her mother knew it would be her last cub, for she was old, and so she named her baby, the baby of her family." Simba laughed also.
"I will have to meet Malakia sometime." Ruya nodded.
"Come by sometime and I'm sure she would be glad to see you. But I must be off, I am to give away my leadership." Simba looked at him, stunned, which caused the cheetah to laugh.
"I'm getting old, Simba. I was the leader at a very early age, almost exactly when you were born. Now, it is time to give it to my son. Like I said, drop by some time." he hopped down to a rock, working his way down. "Goodbye, friend."
A/N: What do you think? It's a bit drawn out for my taste, but that's because I don't know what to do with it. Suggestions, please? Either put it in the review or e-mail me at and if you could, please put in the subject lines "Suggestions for Simba's Daughters"
ALSO: I have a new fan fiction website (Still under construction) !!! Thanks,
Alyssa
Also, yes I'm stupid. I was thinking of Mufasa as I wrote whatever chapter in whatever story it was when I said that Scar said something along the lines "My brother would not be so stupid." I was thinking of Mufasa. and it was two a.m.! Ahhh! Err.
Chapter 4: Grieving
Simba's Point of View
I looked up at Nala and said something, but for my life could not remember what. She just turned, looked at me, her eyes filled with tears, trails where past ones had fallen, and I felt guilty. I don't know why, I just did. Maybe because I had never wanted to see those beautiful eyes filled with anything but happiness, and she had been through so much already, with Scar and everything, growing up in that horrible environment. I had vowed that I would protect her from any hurt from now on, after I had hurt her so much. So I let myself down, again.
Some of the lionesses buried Safi away from Pride Rock, near the watering hole. Fuadi was constantly distant, and me nor Nala could find her half of the time. She wondered off, spending a lot of time alone, 'Too much alone time for any cub,' had said Nala.
As for my grieving, I really didn't. I spent all of my time comforting Nala or looking for Fuadi. So when a concerned lioness asked how I was doing, I was so off guard by the question, I started sputtering until she gave a sympathetic look and left.
End of Point of View
Scar smiled at his pride, the Outsiders, and at the sheer number they had been able to attain. "Simba, Nala, their whole pride is grieving over the death of their 3rd in line princess, Simba's daughter. The time to wage war is upon us! They will be caught up in their grief, they'll never see it coming!" Scar laughed, Zira joining him. A few lionesses looked at each other uneasily, feeling cheap for hitting some lion at their low.
"Nuka, boy, come out here," Scar said in disgust when he did not see his cub. "NUKA!"
"Right here father!" came the obedient call of his son, scurrying up toward him. Scar smiled at Zira's abdomen, hoping it would produce a better looking, a stronger cub as her.
"You're dismissed!" the King called out, and the lionesses parted ways, off to sunbathe. Zira, noticing her mate looking at her stomach, nuzzled him contently.
"Daaad," whined the cub, "What did you want?"
"He wanted to know where you were, hopefully not being an idiot as you usually are," Zira said nastily, looking up to Scar for approval. He smiled and she focused her attention back on the cub. "Now go," she said, shoving him roughly with her paw.
"Moooom," he complained as he tumbled a bit, then gathered himself and climbed down the rock rapidly. Zira's attention was diverted to something moving, still in the Pride Lands, but very close to the border.
She jumped off the rock, motioning for a couple lionesses to follow her. Nuka started to follow to, but she snarled at him, and he retracted, grumbling something. Zira roared out. "Who's there?" It took off, and she smelled who it was. The other twin.
"How stupid are these Pride Landers?" she called out, running full burst toward her.
Fuadi gasped when she heard the soft talking of lionesses. She looked around, amazed at how her daze had led her almost out of the Pride Lands. She quickly started running home, but then suddenly someone was running behind her.
She had to think, quick.
She ran, getting toward, hearing whoever it was gaining on her quickly. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something. The cheetah clan! Surely, they would help her, or would they? She ran in their direction, trying to roar but all that came out was a pitiful mewing sound. But one of them picked up on it, and looked up quickly. She recognized Ruya, leader of the Cheetah Clan, eyeing her with suspicion.
Fuadi dared to look back, to see who her follower was. Suddenly emerging from the thick grasses she had come out of, was Zira.
"Ruya, help!" she yelled as continued to run. Ruya sent a signal to his clan, and they were all lined up, charging toward Zira and her two lionesses.
Zira, seeing she was outnumbered severely, roared, defeated, and turned back to the Outlands, stopping once to turn. "You would think you wouldn't be so stupid, after watching your sister die. You Pride Landers," she sneered, turning to go back to her home.
Fuadi just stood, shaking, wanting to kick herself in the tail for having dazed off so badly.
"She was WHERE?" roared Simba, pacing.
"Calm down, my friend," said Ruya soothingly. "We saved her."
"But what if you hadn't been so dangerously close to the border also?" he cried out, staring daggers at Fuadi for a moment as he paced. Nala sat silently, her eyes watching her mate pace.
"Well, let's not think about that," replied Ruya, "She's safe - That's all that matters." Simba nodded slightly, still pacing. Ruya looked with a heavy heart. "You know, if you never give Fuadi or Kiara the space they need, alone, off of Pride Rock, they won't turn out right."
Simba gave him a look that meant death. "Ruya, it is NONE of your business how I raise my daughters!"
Ruya bowed low, "Yes, your majesty, King Simba." Simba was instantly regrettable.
"Ruya, I told you not to call me that, please, my friend, don't."
"Very well, sire."
"None of that, either," he knew had maybe lost a friend. He swallowed, wishing he could turn back time.
"I understand that you are going through a difficult time, Simba, but no need for the angry words. I know exactly how you feel." Simba grimaced, remembering that Ruya's mate and their three cubs, triplets, had died in the stampede, the stampede that had also taken his father.
"Of course," he said hoarsely, and nodded toward him. "Thank you for bringing Fuadi home, safely."
"No problem Simba," the cheetah grinned, "Have you met my, em, new mate?" Simba shook his head, disbelieving that Ruya had gotten over his last mate, true love if he might add, and find a new mate. "Her name's Malakia. Mala for short."
"Malakia? Baby?" Ruya laughed at him.
"Her mother knew it would be her last cub, for she was old, and so she named her baby, the baby of her family." Simba laughed also.
"I will have to meet Malakia sometime." Ruya nodded.
"Come by sometime and I'm sure she would be glad to see you. But I must be off, I am to give away my leadership." Simba looked at him, stunned, which caused the cheetah to laugh.
"I'm getting old, Simba. I was the leader at a very early age, almost exactly when you were born. Now, it is time to give it to my son. Like I said, drop by some time." he hopped down to a rock, working his way down. "Goodbye, friend."
A/N: What do you think? It's a bit drawn out for my taste, but that's because I don't know what to do with it. Suggestions, please? Either put it in the review or e-mail me at and if you could, please put in the subject lines "Suggestions for Simba's Daughters"
ALSO: I have a new fan fiction website (Still under construction) !!! Thanks,
Alyssa