I don't own any of the Lion King original characters (does anyone THINK I do?)

A/N: Alas, no reviews for this chapter sighs Well, I'm doing my best. Hopefully u like it. I'm begging u to review. PLEASE!

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Simba Loses Control

Simba paced back and forth nervously. Exiled? From his own pride? Sighing, he collapsed under a nearby tree. He breathed deeply. The sun beat down on his golden fur, and the air was thick with humidity. It seemed too hot to do anything. He was recapping on the events of the previous day, when a young lioness he didn't recognize strode up to him. She had beautiful tan fur and green eyes.

"You're Simba, right?" she asked in an emotionless voice.

"Yes."

"Good. Aza wants me to inform you that your daughter has had cubs." Simba's face brightened.

"May I see them?" he asked hopefully. The lioness sighed and shook her head.

"No. They are Aza's cubs now."

"WHAT?"

"Kiara gave birth without the queen's opinion. She's lucky they weren't killed." Simba shoved past the lioness, and charged towards Aza's den. He galloped past a herd of antelope, who snorted nervously. Finally, he skidded into his leader's den.

"AZA!"

"Yes?" came a calm reply from the shadows.

"What have you done with Kiara's cubs?"

"They're right here." Simba growled.

"Come out of the shadows! Show yourself." Slowly, crooning apologies to the two cubs, she rose and faced her former leader.

"I am here Simba."

"You. You are no better than your father was. You are going to destroy the pride my fathers have created. You will destroy the pride that has been your home."

"I'm not destroying it, Simba. I'm making it better. My father was a great leader, but with no companionship, he gave you what your ""pride" deserved."

"Your father was the one responsible for my father's death!" he roared.

"Was he? Or were you?"

"You know the answer do that question. Look at you! You steal these cubs just as your father stole Kovu. You stole them, Aza, they will never be yours."

"Yes. Yes I know that. I have my own cubs. My Kali and Tano. Tano will make a great king one day." Simba glowered at her. "I did not steal these cubs. Kiara was given a choice. Either death, or a life with me. She spared their lives. You, Simba, you hold only your arrogance dear. You would have let death take these cubs rather than as you might say "stoop so low" as to give them to me!" Aza accused coldly.

"Never."

"Think about it. Now, please leave."

"I will not leave until you give my grandchildren back to their mother!"

"No Simba. Now leave." Simba walked over to the two cubs, and began to lick them.

"GET AWAY FROM THOSE CUBS!" roared Aza. She lunged. Simba scooped up one of the cubs and began to run. It broke his heart to leave the other behind, but he had to save at least one. He felt like he was running forever. The two lions (Mohatu and Jahari) who persued him, especially Jahari, seemed to be getting closer. The cub in his mouth squealed in protest.

"DAD!" Simba stopped and turned around abruptly. Kiara was running towards him.

"Kiara!" He gently set the cub down. "I'm so glad to see you! It's been ages…"

"Give…Nuka…back to Aza."

"Nuka?" Simba asked in horror.

"Aza named him for her brother." Kiara's voice was shaking. Jahari and Mohatu had caught up and were glaring at Simba.

"Give us back Nuka," Mohatu growled.

"Kiara, I…" Simba began. But Kiara shook her head. Jahari snatched the cub in his teeth. The three lions walked away, leaving Simba speechless.

Simba realized that he had better find somewhere to hide, fast. Or else…exile. He shivered. He bounded silently over the African plains as day faded into night. His eyes darted around him.

"I can't." Simba froze. He sank down into the grasses.

"Please?"

"No! Okay? Just leave me alone." Simba peered out from his hiding place to see Kiara and Jahari talking.

"You really shouldn't be out here alone."

"I'm fine. Look, I haven't had the best day, alright?" Kiara sighed.

"I could try to make it better."

"No."

"Why are you so…"

"Sad? Depressed? Angry?" Kiara was getting impatient, "I just lost my cubs! Do you think I'd be happy about that?"

"No, but they're going to a good home. Aza'll be good to them and…"

"Just leave – me – alone!" Kiara stalked off.

"Was it something I said?" he called. Simba sank lower into the grasses as he watched.

"Hey handsome." Simba rolled his eyes as he saw Homa coming near. So much for creeping out unnoticed.

"Hello." Homa purred loudly as she pressed herself against him.

"Did you hear?"

"What?"

"Aza's got the whole pride on the lookout for Simba. She knows he can't leave the Pride Lands. The hyenas are out there." Jahari chuckled.

"Well, I hope someone catches him soon."

"Yeah. Hey, what was that whole bit over here that I saw with Kiara?"

"Oh. You saw that?"

"Yes. Don't try to deny it. You were wooing her." Jahari didn't answer. Simba, still hidden in the grass, suppressed a growl. Without warning, he sneezed loudly. Oh, crap.

"Simba. Didn't you hear? Everyone's looking for you." Lightning crashed overhead as rain began to pour. Thunder rippled through the air. Simba blinked as the raindrops splattered across his face.

"Get him." Out of the corner of his eye, Simba saw at least ten lions emerge from the grasses. Simba ran. The only opening was toward the gorge.

Not far away, a pair of lionesses brought two cubs, in the cover of the night, out of their den.

Kiara sat at her grandfather's final resting place, praying for guidance.

Oooh! Cliffie. Cheesy, I know, but PLEASE review! Srry this is so late.