After Le Roi Lion (I love French!) -- Chapter II
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 :: Yeah yeah yeah, you know the drill. "Sarifa" is mine, but the original character belongs to Disney. Just to let you know.
Notes :: Does "Sarifa" sound familiar at all? Yup! You guessed it! Kiara!
Although Simba dreaded it, he knew the truth: he and Nala would have to give birth again. Soon after Rafiki assumed her pregnant, Nala fell into deep depression, and hardly ever would talk to anyone but Simba. And even to him she rarely spoke. Simba and Rafiki saw her suffer, and worried for the cub. Nala would not improve. She did not eat. She hardly drank. She sobbed, and never cleared her eyes or nose. She looked awful, as well. The survivors of Scar's rule even suggested that she looked like Scar had during his "mad days," but Nala payed it no mind. The lioness was nearly threatened in life, but somehow, she recovered. Everyone worried that the cub would not turn out. And soon, she gave birth. She was female, and her color was in between that of Simba's and Nala's; a rather orange color. The cub was much smaller than Radhi, and smaller than an average cub, for her mother had not cared for her wellst she developed. But now, Nala had someone to care for. Hardly did she come in contact with Simba, and so the tiny cub hardly knew her depressed father. She was a miracle for Nala. Nala cared for her and called her Sarifa. But to Simba, Sarifa was simply another burden. Someone fighting with Radhi for love. Maybe even someone so bad as Scar.
The small cub practically had no father. Simba never payed any attention to her, much to Nala's dismay. But Nala recovered from her depression, because of the cub. Sarifa, a small, imperfect cub, had saved the queen of Pride Rock's life. And so she kept her alive.
Radhi was soon taken to the Elephant Graveyard, to be greeted by Scar. Soon, Scar fooled Radhi into thinking that Simba was to be destroyed. Because Scar was the adult, he was right and Radhi wrong. And so Radhi believed him.
When Nala and Simba had Sarifa, everything went from bad to worse for Vitani. For days and nights alike Radhi would try to help Vitani overcome her sorrow. Nala had loved her. And now, instead of coming to find her, they'd had a daughter. They'd dumped Vitani, and kept the... pretty girl. Vitani was nowhere near so attractive as Sarifa, but all the same: she was older than her. After that, Vitani began to understand Scar's feelings about Simba, and began to develop her own. She hated Simba! And, at first, she hated Sarifa as well. Until she met her much later.
Nala flopped her mate's paw up and down, nudging him to get up. "Simba? Come my love. Time to get up!"
Simba groaned and soon his eyes fluttered open. "Hello, Nala. I see you're awake early."
Nala sat down to smile at him, playfully. "Actually, you're up late," She chuckled.
Simba gave a weak smile. "Nala," He said. "So why'd you wake me up?"
"Your daughter was beginning to worry."
"Oh, Sarifa?"
Nala laughed. "Yes, sweetheart. Sarifa."
"Oh, alright."
He stretched and moved from the cave. "It's pretty nice out, huh Nala?" He asked. He looked for his mate. "Nala?" And furthermore, "Probably doing her own business," He laughed.
Sarifa came bounding toward her father. "Hi Daddy!"
Simba chuckled. "Hello, Kiara."
"Come on, Sarifa!" Ke bounded through the tall grass, Sarifa not far behind her.
On these hot days, 'Tag' was about the most fun thing thought of to do in the pride lands for a young cub. Ke and Sarifa had become close friends after Radhi had 'died': leaving Ke heartbroken. The small lioness, older and thus faster than her younger sister, bounded ahead of Sarifa.
"It's not fair when you're it!" Sarifa laughed as Ke toppled on the ground in laughter as Sarifa knocked her over.
"Sarifa?" Simba entered the lion den to find Sarifa, looking bored.
"Hi Pere. I saw you come in. Well, actually I heard you."
Because Sarifa had been raised completely by Nala, she addressed her parents as 'Mere' and 'Pere'.
"Well, why did your mother call me here?"
"Mere called you?" Sarifa asked.
"Oui," Simba said, laughing. "Was there something you wanted to say?"
"I feel "funny." Well, if you can call it funny. The point is, I feel like some weird... feeling has come over me."
"Ah... coming nearer to this stage, are we?" Simba whispered, mainly to himself.
"It's so boring in here," Sarifa complained.
Simba sighed. "Why don't you go play with Ke? I've got a lot on my plate, and I'm in no mood to listen to your dilly dallies!"
Sarifa narrowed her eyes and stuck her tongue at Simba. "You've turned into a jerk!"
Days later, Sarifa was again found in the den, bored. She was lying on the ground in a corner with a rather vacant expression, and thumping her paw to the rythm of 'The Madness of King Scar'-- when you thump your paw to a tune such as that, you must be bored. Outside the den, Simba and Nala were chatting, and Sarifa was listening.
"Simba, do something with your daughter."
"Nala, I have been through enough hardness already! I have a lot on my plate right now, and I'm stuffed. Can't you play with her?" Simba asked, trying to stay patient.
"I've tried," Said Nala. "Many times. She wants her father."
"Well, tell her I can't play."
"Simba." Nala looked at him. "She's your daughter. I don't really care what you think about it. Do something fun with her."
"There's something about my past I don't know," Sarifa whispered to herself, knowingly.
"Listen. I need to do a lot of things right now."
"And playing with your daughter isn't as important?" Nala was beginning to lose her temper.
"Nala!"
"No Simba. Do something with your daughter. You've seen how she sits and mopes all day. Today, I will take care of the pride."
Simba sighed, and left his place on the ground, reluctantly. "Alright."
He sat behind his daughter, who was now humming, and he smiled.
"Sarifa?" He asked.
Sarifa wasn't listening. She was quietly singing. "She's got those assets feminine. I have to make her mine. Da da da da da da da da, da da da--"
"Sarifa!" Simba scolded. "Where in the world did you get that?"
"Cheetah taught me that song." Cheetah was the majordomo of the pride lands. "It's called The Madne--"
"I know what it's called! That's what your great uncle sang when he--"
"Yeah, yeah. With you around, I'll betcha' I don't even have a great uncle!"
And, feeling rotten, she ran off. Simba sighed.
"Why don't you go help the other lionesses, hunting?"
"I don't know how to hunt," Sarifa said, plainly. "Duh."
"Oh," her mother Nala groaned. "That's right."
They both sighed. Sarifa was a teenaged lioness now, and she was anything but adaptable. To the others, she was the most annoying creature to ever live on the planet. Her parents Simba and Nala, of course, loved her, but her reputations humiliated them.
"Look, you can't just stick around here."
"Why not?" Sarifa was getting rather annoyed. "You do all the time."
"Well..." Nala was having a hard time describing her daughter's predicament to her. "I, sweetheart, love you so very much. But the others..."
Sarifa sighed. "They hate me, don't they?"
"Well--"
"Oh, whatever," Sarifa stomped out.
"Ke?" She called for her best friend, seemingly the only one she could count on now.
Soon, Ke appeared. "Yeah?"
Sarifa stopped for a moment to stare at the hardly visible scars on Ke's shoulder. She suddenly felt a curiosity. "Ke?" She asked.
"Hmm?"
"Where did you get those scars?"
Ke sighed and sat down, reluctantly. Tears began to form in her eyes, making it obvious to Sarifa that it was a very sad story. "It's okay." Sarifa nuzzled her friend. "You can tell me anything." Ke looked at her and sighed.
"Well," She started. "Before you were born, Simba had a son called Radhi." She wiped a tear from her eye, as Sarifa looked confused. "We were best friends," Ke continued. "Until..."
Ke could no longer control her emotions, and began sobbing.
"No, Ke... it's alright," Sarifa soothed. "What happened?"
"Radhi... the hyenas..." She couldn't finish, for more sobs simply erupted from her body.
"What did the hyenas do to him?" Sarifa asked.
"They tore him up! Ripped him to shreds! He's gone, gone forever! He'll never be back! I hate them. I hate hyenas!" The tears were streaming down Ke's face as she screamed at the sky. "They took him away from me! From his family! From his friends! From his life! They stole his life!"
Now Sarifa was sobbing too. "My brother..."
Ndi ya ku khalela mna
A parody of Lala and Endless Night.
Bold Sarifa
Italic Chorus
(In ()) Translations of Zulu
Oh, my mother's child
Oh, my dear brother
Ndi ya ku khumbula mna
(I miss you)
Oh, my mother's child
Oh, my dear brother
Ndi ya ku khalela mna
(I cry for you)
My dear friend
my mother's child
I miss you
La la kahle
(Farewell)
We sangoma ngi velewe
(Oh, spiritual healer, I'm troubled)
We baba ngivelewe
(Oh, my father, I'm in pain)
We baba ngivelewe
(Oh, my father, I'm in pain)
We sangoma ngi velewe
(Oh, spiritual healer, I'm troubled)
We baba ngivelewe
(Oh, my father, I'm in pain)
We baba ngivelewe
(Oh, my father, I'm in pain)
Oh, my mother's child
Oh, my dear brother
Ndi ya ku khalela mna
(I cry for you)
My dear friend
my mother's child
I miss you
La la kahle
(Farewell)
