Note : Alright, so where was I … oh, that's right. They just got banished, Nuka is all " Rawr, I will keel you" and all this mumbo-jumbo. … Hrm, what to do next…? Oh, the possibilities!

Ah, I got it!

It's very, very short. But the next one will make up for it, I promise.

Chapter VI : Home Sweet Home?

It seemed like the night wouldn't end, and the rain just didn't want to let up. And Nuka was getting very irritated with the fact that this abrupt downpour was just not ending. He hated to be wet and cold, and it was just adding onto his already saddened condition. He trailed behind the other lionesses, dragging along Vitani by the neck as her cries also were beginning to irritate him. She had been able to walk now, but she was still a baby. Pausing as the pride neared the Outlands, he put down Vitani onto the floor and sat in front of her.

" Vitani, stop crying. " He hissed. He was so confused and hurt at the situation that had happen before, that he didn't care if he took out his frustration on his little sister.

She immediately shushed and hunched over, solemnly looking down towards the ground. So dry, so barren, her tiny claws scraped it softly. Why was Nuka so upset with her? She didn't do anything really.

" N-Nuka, I wanna' go home. Why are we not at home? Why are we in the rain? "

Nuka softly shook his head and directed his attention to the Outlands. They were more than visible at the moment … they were there already, just a few yards away. His gaze found his shivering sister once more, and he released a sigh.

" Vitani, we are home. "

She peeked at him through her bangs, and then inched to the side, trying to get a better view of Pride Rock off in the distance. The flames had finally gone down, but why weren't THEY over there? Whilst looking, she asked Nuka another question. " Then where's dad? "

Claws tightened their grip onto the floor as the young lion looked down towards the floor and forced himself to not sob. Dad … he'll never see him again, and it was because of Simba. Simba had destroyed his efforts of further bonding with Scar. Slinking a paw over the tiny cub's body, he pulled her closer and just held her. He didn't really grow to affectionately LIKE Vitani, but he needed someone to hold at the moment, and if his sister was all he had, then so be it. At least she wouldn't be able to understand the pain he was going through right now, he hoped.

" Daddy's not coming home. "

Vitani, whose cheeks were stained with tears and rain, looked up to Nuka and tilted her head.

" Where is he then? "

Nuka gave her the only possible answer he could. " Permanent Vacation, Vitani. But he sends you his love. "

Vitani thought to herself quietly. She had to ask Nuka later what a ' vacation ' was, but it must have been a good thing if Scar had said he loved her. Smiling, she went to nuzzle up into Nuka's leg, but she noticed that he had been softly sobbing to himself and she pulled his nose in to her's, so she'd be able to deliver him a lick.

" Don't cry, Nuka. You'll be helping the rain if you cry, and I don't want it to rain anymore. "

Nuka reeled back from the lick and shook his head softly at Vitani. She was right, if he continued to mourn over the loss of his father, the Great Kings would never let it stop raining. His tears only contributed to the endless pain he was feeling within his heart, and it took the innocent words of his baby sister to help him see that.

" Hey, 'Tani, you think you can walk to that shadowy place over there with the Termite Hills? I can't really hold you anymore, but I can push you along the way. "

Vitani quickly nodded, and stood upon all fours; wobbling just a tad. When Nuka stood however, he towered over the small lioness cub, and he smiled softly. Maybe he could protect her from the rain, anyway.

" Just walk underneath me, and keep up, 'Tani. " He then began his trek over towards his home away from home, the place where he was born and partially raised. It had been so long since he'd seen this place, and he always wished he'd never have to again. He temporarily fixated his attention underneath him as he walked, looking at Vitani as she bounded happily underneath his skinny form.

Psh, for someone who doesn't want it to rain anymore, she sure likes puddles. Ah well, I just hope she can adapt here now that we're exiled from the Pridelands. Oh, Great Kings … come back soon when the storm clouds are gone. … Father … you too.

Zira was waiting at the entrance to the Outlands, glaring at Nuka with pain and discontentment in her eyes.

" Nuka, what took you so long? " She growled as she inched towards her son.

Nuka was ready to brace himself, but decided to at least get an answer out somehow. " I was talking to Vitani. " He momentarily looked at Vitani, who had just bounded right past Zira and into the caves of the Outlands.

" You were talking to your baby sister in the rain? "

" Y-yes, mother. She asked where we were, and I said we were home. "

Zira snarled and put a paw over Nuka's shoulders; forcing him to face back towards Pride Rock.

" This, my dear Nuka, is not our home. That is, and we'll get it back. Don't you worry. "

Nuka snarled softly and glared evilly at the vision of Pride Rock in the distance.

" I'm not worrying, mother. Simba will pay for what he did … I'll make sure of it. "

Zira smirked softly and tightened the gap between her and her son.

" Well then, let us go into our ' home sweet home ' now. Ugh … I forgot how depressed and horrendous these Outlands were. No food, no water. I wonder how we'll last. " She turned to walk into the caves the other Outsider lionesses had gone into, softly sobbing to herself, making sure Nuka nor the termites could hear her.


Oh, my Scar. My poor, poor Scar. That Simba will meet his maker, for I will make sure of it, my King. Your chosen one, the one you accepted before he ever got a chance to meet you … he'll be Simba's downfall. Oh, how I wish you were here.

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Nuka was hunched over at the entrance of the Outlands still, his body going completely numb to a point where he couldn't feel the smacking of the rain on his body anymore. He was too fixated on Pride Rock. He caught his mother's words, however, and thought to himself silently.

We'll last, mother. And we'll get our Pridelands back, even if I have to die, we will get it back. Whatever makes you happy, mother … whatever WILL make you happy, I will do.