After Le Roi Lion (I love French!)

Summary :: I don't care for Simba's Pride, although I think Kiara deserves a part. So here's an all new second Lion King ficcy. Simba has a son called Radhi, and Radhi is heir to the throne. Until Scar finds Radhi...

Disclaimer :: Many of the characters in this story are not of my copyright. I do own Radhi, Ke, Monty and Cheetah. The remaining are copyrighted to Disney, and I do not wish to violate this copyright. The ideas of the accents of the characters and such like that belong to me. It's pretty weird.

Notes :: I hate lion years, and look at the way these lions age... so ((wow)) these lions live in human years. Okay, make this clear. Do you like characters like Kiara and Vitani just the way they are? Don't read this. I hated the original Kiara, she was too lovey-dovey and didn't have a personality. She was snippy and snotty, and kind of hated Simba. No! I like Simba! Poor Simba, he can be forgiven for being a bit of a brat! I don't like the original Kiara's face either. It looks like it was made out of clay, then smashed into the back end of a bus! For goodness sakes, I can draw Kiara better than Disney, and I've only been practicing for like, two months at drawing her! And Vitani has a part too. Vitani (which she pronounces "Vih-tuh-NEAY" because of her French accent), who, for the last time, is NALA'S DAUGHTER!!! I had to change her personality -- and accent, I just can't live with people all sounding the same, put some spice in! Give 'em accents -- too. ((everyone groans)) She just... didn't have really a part. So I don't know how much I'm changing her, because we all have no idea who she really is! Muahahaha! Zira does not exist! Neither do Kovu and Nuka! Muhaha! And so remember, it's not "Vih-TAH-nee," it's "Vih-tuh-NEAY!!!" Aren't I picky and greedy?

Anyway, we can start now.

It was a very warm morning in October. Although, it was also a very special morning. That morning, the sun rose, looking brightest a few miles from Pride Rock. A cheery mandrill called Rafiki summoned many animals to the towering rock, for that day the son of the king was born. The animals marched toward the throne in an orderly fashion. Meanwhile, Rafiki climbed atop pride rock, where the king and queen were waiting. King Simba's friend: A hyena named Monty, held the cub in his mouth by the scruff of his neck, proudly. Monty held his head high, and loosened his grip on the cub as Rafiki came by to take it from him. King Simba and Queen Nala made way for the mandrill holding their cub. They looked lovingly at their newborn son. Rafiki held the cub high above the crowds. And just then, the cub sneezed. Rafiki was startled, and accidentally dropped the prince of pride rock!

"Oh dear," Rafiki said softly. "Squash banana!"

The cub flew from Rafiki's hands, and landed safely on top of King Simba's friend: Timon the meerkat.

"Oy!" Timon cried.

The king and queen were afraid something terrible may have happened to their son, and ran down pride rock to see if he was okay.

"Radhi!" Nala screamed.

"Radhi! Timon! Are you guys okay?" Simba asked, when they reached Timon and the Radhi, the cub.

Nala glared at Simba with her blue green eyes. Nala was a light cream colored lioness, and was said by the others to be "very beautiful". All the other lions in the pride told Simba he was very lucky to have her as his queen. Simba, on the other hand, was a golden yellow and had deep red brown eyes: like his father had before him. The lion king was proud that his son looked so like himself. Radhi had golden brown fur, and his mother's eyes, and his nose was unlike either of them, but he had his father's shape, and his father's smile. Simba and Nala were horrified to see that their son had fallen.

"Oh, thank goodness you're alright," The lioness Nala nuzzled her son, and picked him up by the scruff of his neck.

Just then, Rafiki arrived. "Pole! Squash Banana! Mimi sio maanisha fika amila!" He began speaking in a language Simba and Nala did not understand very clearly.

"It's alright, he's okay. Calm down, Rafiki! Sheesh!" Simba laughed.

"Squash... banana!" Rafiki panted, out of breath.

"Timon, are you okay?" Timon's friend, a warthog called Pumbaa, asked. "Do you need a medical sergeant?"

"It's not sergeant! It's surgeon! And come on, get me out of here!"

At that moment, Shenzi returned from her hunt, carrying a zebra haunch in her mouth. She set down the haunch.

"Hi! Where's Timon?" She asked, looking for her husband.

Shenzi looked at Simba. Simba looked at Nala. Nala looked at Monty. Monty looked at Pumbaa. Pumbaa looked at Timon.

"So, did I miss anything?" Shenzi asked.

Nala had a daughter to take care of. Scar's daughter. They adored each other very much, and Simba considered the thought of betrothing Vitani and Radhi. They would make a good match.

"Vitani, if you want to stay, we can raise you," Simba had offered to Vitani.

Vitani's mouth had gone wide. "Not for a million zebras, you creep!"

She had ran towards the elephant graveyard. Not only had Simba betrayed Vitani's father; he had also said her name the English way! Gross! After Nala and Scar named her Vitani, Scar had always called her by the right name, even if it wasn't his nature! Simba had called her "Vih-TAH-nee!" How dare he! Her name was pronounced Vih-tuh-NEAY! "Vita" was said quickly! The emphasis was in the last syllable! ((is that how you spell it?)) Not the second!

Simba and Nala were extremely proud of their newborn son, and immediately began to socialize him. From a very young age, Simba took him on long walks to see the natural world. Ever since before he could walk, Radhi loved nature. Simba and Nala filled his tiny brain with knowledge. Very soon he was walking and talking much more clearly than most cubs his age. Seeing his interest in language, Nala taught him perfect English, French, Swahili and Zulu, and Simba taught him Spanish. And it wasn't simply 'Mom and Dad', for Radhi. They were, 'Mere and Father'; Nala being French and Radhi insisting not to call Simba 'Dad.' The cub was very social: he loved others, and was very good at communicating with lions in the pride. One particularly crabby lioness called Zira called him a chatterbox, though all the rest of the lions in the pride adored the little cub and were happy to enjoy his company. Radhi spent his early days adventuring, having highly sophisticated conversations with the adults in the pride, and learning about his place in life. He was extremely well behaved, and Nala's mother Sarafina called him an angel. The cub also took an extreme interest in other species. Seeing this, his parents and the other members of the pride taught him almost everything they knew. Simba and Nala were very pleased to see the way their cub behaved. Radhi was only four cat years old by the time he understood all the pride rules, spoke perfectly in five languages, and could have real conversations with every member of the pride. His parents knew then, they had raised the perfect cub.

Vitani was hungry for power, and a friend. A brother. A brother related to her mother. The live one. It was she who decided to take Radhi from his family. Until she got the news that someone already had...

Soon Radhi made fast friends with a cub called Ke. Ke was a cub about Radhi's age, although much smaller than him. Her pelt was a copper brown, her eyes a bright green. Curious, Nala asked Kipusa, Ke's mother, who her father was. Kipusa said that from pure coincidence it was Simba, and with that Simba betrothed the two. After Radhi made friends with this cub, they spent much time together, sharing Radhi's love for adventure. Unfortunately, soon their curiosity got the better of them.

One day, Radhi summoned Ke to go exploring with him. Ke quickly accepted and they were off the elephant graveyard. Soon they spotted a particularly interesting elephant skull.

"I dare you to check it out," Radhi chuckled.

Ke laughed. "Well..."

"Ah, come on, girly!" Radhi teased, lovingly.

"Are you sure? Is it -- safe?"

"Well no, but I don't exactly think we're gonna die."

Sensing danger, Ke just shrugged and followed Radhi.

Soon, they found themselves in a black world.

"Radhi?" Ke asked. "Where are you?"

All that answered was a series of growls, and hyenas whooping.

"Hello, little one!" One said, in a nasty voice.

Now Ke heard shivering in fear, from Radhi. "What are you going to do to me?" He asked. "Are you going to eat me?"

"Oh, no. We'll just wait until Scar gets here!" Sinister laughing.

Scar? Who was Scar? The name didn't sound too friendly.

"No!" She screamed.

The sinister laughing was growing louder; and soon she saw an evil face in front of her. It was a hyena face. Soon she felt a pain in her shoulder...

"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"

Hearing young cries for help, Simba and Nala snapped up. Soon they spotted Ke, shivering and sobbing.

"Ke!" Simba said, nuzzling the young lioness. "Is something wrong?"

The two suddenly heard a ghastly scream, followed by weeping. It was a feminine voice.

"Huh?" Simba turned to see Nala.

The cream colored lioness was weeping hysterically and standing over a pool of blood, and... a golden colored ear.

"HE'S DEAD!" Nala screamed.

As Simba realized what was going on, he too shed a tear.

Ke limped -- limped? Why was she limping? -- toward Simba, and saw it. "Radhi," Was all she said.

"Nala." Simba licked his companion, who leaned into him and nuzzled his mane, drying her tears.

Meanwhile, Ke noticed that her pain was coming from three deep claw marks running from the top of her shoulder to midway down her foreleg. She was furiously licking it and fighting her suffering screams. Ke had never been in such pain.

"Who could have done this to him?" Nala shrieked.

Simba shook his head unknowingly.

Suddenly it came to Ke.

"He was taken by hyenas," she said in the strongest voice she could muster up.

"What?" Asked Simba. "How do you know?"

"In my dream, he was taken. There were two of them. They were vicious! One mauled me, the other took Radhi."

Simba growled under his breath. "Scar..."

"Father... I trust you know what happened to Radhi. Take care of him for me, will you?"

Simba gazed toward the stars, seeking counsel from his father.

"Simba."

Simba looked to see Nala beside him. "Oh, hi."

"Oui," Nala said, her French accent glimmering. "Is there something you want to say?"

"I was, uh, telling my father about Radhi's misfortune."

"Oh, Simba. Look up there," They both looked toward the stars.

Next to Mufasa's star sat a new star, half the size.

"Radhi!" Simba exclaimed. "Nala, he's there!"

"Oh no, Simba," Nala walked away, a sly look on her face. "Not that."

But that someone, was her father. The one she had spent days and nights mourning over. Scar! He was alive! Everyone she loved was with her. Even Radhi. Except one. Her mother. After Vitani told Radhi that Nala was her mother, Radhi told her many things about Nala. About how she used to lick him every night to reassure him: everything was fine. ((perfectly! Sorry, couldn't help it)) About her charming smile -- and Vitani knew, she hadn't changed a bit. The two cubs admired each other. They were the best of friends.

As though Simba had not been through enough hardship in his life already, everything was worse now. His son... his perfect son... his blessing... his Radhi, was dead.

"Nala?" He asked his love one day. "Why is it that everyone I love dies?"

"Simba," Nala said. "It's not true. I love you, and I'm still alive."

"Well..."