A/N: Hi all!
I got inspired to write this after reading the story written by sulkenwolfpup called, "No One Cried the Life of Me." It's an awesome story, and the idea hit me when I was writing my review for sulkenwolfpup's story.
This is for you sulkenwolfpup, and please the rest of you RR and please tell me what you think…I take constructive criticism and all of that.
WARNINGS: Please read! After I wrote this short piece (Yes, I know it is very short) and I reread it, I know it sounds twisted and sick to most of you (if not all, and believe me when I tell you that I in no way, shape, or form condone this suggestive..Ummm, stuff that you are about to read…nor do I find it acceptable.) I just listen to what my muses say in my head about a certain character or characters and I write. I just need to clear that up.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, suing me won't get you anything except for my Pocahontas Tenth Anniversary Special Addition DVD and my lion king one.
Ok, on with this short story, I'm sorry it's so short; but why drag something out if it sounds fine to me? Lol, just joking!
I hope you guys like it, Please RR and tell me what you think, enjoy!
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Not my daughter;
Not my cub;
Not my child;
She is not my Vitani;
For if she was, she would be helping me clean the wounds that Simba inflicted on me just a few moments ago. If she were my Vitani, she like I would be rolling in that so called king's blood, lapping it up like the water that flows beneath me. If she were my Vitani, she'd be pulling Simba's excuse for a cub back from me and toss her pathetic body over the cliff thus saving her dear mother's life. Oh, my Vitani, my sweet child, why aren't you helping me? Why are you standing there, why are you with them, why have you turned from me, why have you betrayed me? My Vitani would groom me like she so often had after my mock fights with her brother Kovu. She would lick my wounds after this fight, when all the others would go to sleep, she'd say my name in the black of a pride land's night.
However she is not my Vatani;
I am falling…
There my Vitani stands;
There my lover stands;
I am falling…
Oh my Vatani, Vitani, Vitani, Vitani, Vitani, Vitani, Vitani, Vitani…
Not my daughter;
Not my cub;
Not my child;
My Vitani, I love you.
Not my Vitani, she is not my Vitani.
Was she ever my Vitani?
Considering my fate as the rush of water greets my body, it is clear, she never was.
My Vitani.
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