A/N: First all, the reason I haven't updated regularly is school and computer problems. Also, I have no idea how to connect one of my ideas to my last ones here so this chapter and the next might be a little out of wack. Thanks XOXO, Alyssa.

PG-13 for language.

Tiifu - loyal; loyalty

Chapter Four - Some Convincing Needed

Simba looked over to his left, where Timon and Pumbaa were eating. "You know, kid," said Timon as he slurped a an insect. "You've been pretty quiet today. What's on your mind?"

"Nothing," he sighed, rolling over on his back to look at the stars, trying so hard to find Mufasa. He just had to be up there with the great Kings, he was the greatest king! He looked over to his right for a brief second, and saw that crazy baboon again. "Oh Kings," he muttered.

"What?" asked Pumbaa, swallowing.

"There's that crazy baboon I met yesterday, remember I told him about you."

Timon walked over to his side. "Oh yeah...Think he's stalking you?"

"I don't know. He knew very personal stuff, like my father, and then he went crazy on me by showing me my reflection and saying it was Mufasa."

"Wow, he really is crazy." Timon cupped his hands around his mouth. "HEY CRAZY BABOON! COME HERE!"

"Who are you callin' a crazy baboon?" yelled back Rafiki, running over here. "Now if you would excuse us," he said, pointing to himself and Simba.

"Do you want us to leave ya alone, Simba?" asked Pumbaa.

"Of course he doesn't!"

"Actually, if you could..."

"I see how it is. Come on Pumbaa, I can tell when were not wanted." They walked away slowly, but not before one last long glance from Timon.

"Ah, now dat were alone," the mandrill started, "I need to tell ya that ya need to come back."

"Come back to where?" he asked, confused.

"Pride Rock, you're home, your kingdom."

"You know what?" Simba spat, "You are nuts!" he turned to leave when Rafiki held onto his tail. For an ancient, he was strong. But Simba easily got away and started to jog.

"You know, Scar took ova!" Simba stopped dead in his tracks, turning around. "Da lionesses, der starvin', and der cubs are dying from lack o' milk, 'cause der mothas don't get enough to eat. Scar won't move them, so they will die. It is certain, unless a certain lion comes back to his rightful place."

"I can't allow them to starve. I'll just get rid of Scar, and let my mother rule," he decided, already wandering in the direction of Pride Rock. Rafiki smiled; it was atleast a start.

"Whatever you heart says," Rafiki replied. "You know the way, the way you traveled so long ago when you were a cub. Go, go save Pride Rock."

Simba brushed his paw along the dirt in a circle, memories of Pride Rock and his father, his mother, Nala, and the lionesses surrounding him. His first pouncing lesson, his first lesson on the lionesses, getting in trouble constantly, and he was almost overwhelmed.

"I don't even know you, though."

"Look, you know me, I wasn't around when ya grew up because I was on a long trip, but I came back shortly after all of the tragedy. I was one of da first to hold ya when you were born." The mandril clearly had the interest of the young lion now. "Ya, ya have to come back. The Pride Lands will surely completely die if ya don't. It is almost there now. There is no water in da lands. Dis is when usual prides flourish, because dey can live off the blood of the animals. But your Pride flounders, because da animals left shortly before da drought in search of a Pride that would not kill out der whole clan. The zebra clan, poor souls, had three who escaped the claws of the hyenas."

Simba stood, flabbergasted with all the information he just attained. "I, oh my Kings, what have I done," he muttered, putting his paws over his head.

"Just come back, den all will be forgotten. I'm sure of it." Rafiki paused, letting him reflect on what he had just said. "Just consida it." With that, the baboon started his long quest toward the Pride Lands, nothing more to say. Simba looked after him longingly, wondering what was the right thing to do. Well, of course he knew the right thing to do, but what did he want to do? He paused to take a long sip of water from the ongoing creek, and stood straight, wondering if he even knew who he was.

Nala paused, looking up at into the lion that stood in her path's eyes. "Kali!" she cried out, giving him licks all over his cheek. He laughed, returning the licks, and then sat down.

"So, how's it going?" Nala's face immediately turned sour, her mouth formed into a disgusted frown. "What? What is it?"

"The King, he's making advances toward me. I reminded him it was against the laws of the lands, but he didn't care, he said King gets first pick . . . "

"Oh, Nala," he said softly, wrapping a paw around her. Nala scooted closer, snuggling.

"When are you going to challenge him? Please, soon. Please."

"Very soon. Before the next full moon." Nala smiled, scooting even closer, and rested her head under Kali's mane.

Sarabi, then hunting party a fair distance behind, and Scar stood near the edge of Pride Rock. "Sarabi, you are not doing your job. You're not providing food. Therefore, you are killing the Pride," Scar sneered, raising his head importantly.

"I am not the one who let the hyenas in, taking all the food!" she challenged. Scar raised his paw and struck her in the face, and she almost fell. But she held her ground. "I'm not the one that won't let anybody leave for better lands, or move with the herds." Scar advanced upon her again, and she took a step back. She looked behind her to see where the ledge was, when Scar struck her again.

"AH!" she roared as she skidded across the rock to the side, clinging there but quickly getting up. "Are you trying to murder me for telling the truth?" Scar raised a paw again when something hit him from behind, causing him to lose his balance and nose dive into the rock. He got up quickly, turning around. His eyes went large, and he backed away a step.

"Mufasa," he hissed.

The lion shook his head. "Not right, Uncle Scar." Scar smiled.

"Simba," he said, trying to sound pleasant, but his voice got lower, "I thought you were dead." The hyenas recoiled behind the rocks, leaving to hide.

"No Scar. I know it was your plan that I die, but your hyenas didn't follow through with it. They're almost as weak as you." Now Simba was grinning, and walked toward his Uncle.

Scar, realizing there wasn't much of the rock behind him, stood his ground. "Now, now, Simba. Let's not get hasty . . . "

"Why not? You were hasty when it came to trying to kill me."

"Only for punishment for killing Mufasa." The lionesses' eyes went wide, turning their attention from Scar to Simba.

"It was an accident," he hissed, taking another step.

Scar stood from his pouncing position. "Soooo! You admit it!" he sneered.

"NO!"

"Tell them the truth." Simba turned to face the confused lionesses, when Scar knocked him onto his side, dangerously close to the edge.

Simba's chin quivered, his eyes expelling water. "Yes, but - "

"YOU ADMIT IT!"

"Listen!" Scar swiped at him again, and as normal instinct, Simba took a step back, but there was no where to step. Simba clung to the rock, his eyes wide, he glanced at the land below him. Jagged rocks and fire. His claws dug in all the more, but he was slipping.

"Guess what. I killed Mufasa, that greedy bastard of a lion."

"What? You did?" He roared, it all making sense now. He hooked his claws into Scar's flesh, pulling himself up with it. Scar roared in pain, deep holes now on each of his shoulder blades. Simba reached the top and then tackled Scar, causing him to go off the edge, but Simba fell too. "SCAR! LET GO!" Scar's paws were wrapped around his hind legs.

"If I'm going, your going."

"FOR THE PRIDE!" roared a lioness, jumping off the ledge and tackling Scar, causing him to lose his grip on the young lion and both fell to their death. The lionesses cried out, gathering at the edge, watching one of their own fall, while some helped Simba off of the edge.

Simba bowed his head. "A lionesses with such tiffu shall always be remembered," he deemed in the middle of his speech. "I know none of us will ever forget her."

Sarabi stepped forward, still crying, but not for the deceased lioness. "Simba? How can it be? You're alive?"

Simba swallowed. "I, uhh..."

"Where have you been all this time? I mean, you were to be king!" Sarabi sobbed, lionesses gathering to console her.

"I have been living in an oasis. Scar sent me away, told me I was responsible for his death, and then tried to get the hyenas to attack me."

"We need to have a meeting!" cried out Sarafina. "RIGHT NOW!" Simba's head jerked to her direction, confused.

"What is it Aunt Sarafina?"

"You have to find your mate." Sarabi's eyes grew wide with remembrance. Simba looked confused again, and looked around the gathering.

"Where...Where is Nala?"

"She took off with her mate. I mean, a male who is not her mate now that you are not dead . . . I . . . " Simba's eyes grew wider. He didn't know what he expected, certainly not for her to wait for a "dead" him, but he had not expected her to have a mate so soon.

"Well, can't I just choose another? I mean, I'm sure Nala's very happy," he choked.

"It's against the laws of the lands," spoke Sarabi, "Nala has been promised to you on the day of Nala's birth, a couple days after yours. If you ever came back, you were promised to her. She wasn't supposed to have a mate, ever, but we felt bad for Nala . . . I mean, she didn't even get the opportunity of cubs, so we gave her to Kali . . . "

"Kali? Is that his name?" he asked jealously, although he knew not why.

Sarafina's throat closed. "Yes," she whispered, secretly happy. Nala would come back, it would be the happy place it had been planned to be, even though Mufasa was no longer with them.

Sarabi spoke up. "We can't make her go away from Kali."

"Yes we can. She is my mate."

Sarafina stood angrily now. "You act as if she is a piece of meat up for bargain. She is a lioness," she stated through bared teeth.

Simba's eyes softened, and he spoke softly and sadly. "I know. I hope I haven't lost her," he said as he turned his head into the wind, his mane flowing magnificently and as he took it in, he could have sworn he smelt Nala in its fragrance.

Alyssa

PS: The next one has a song! Wooooohoo! Also Nala and Simba meet! Also might be a while until next update, depends when I get around to dumping this thingy.