SunRise19, that fanfic sounds interesting, what's it called?
Here is the 4th part, please do read R&R if you feel like it. Atrice
Part 4 - Scents
Scar woke up again, feeling thirsty. The sun was shining on them from another clear blue sky, but Nala seemed very much asleep. He was almost sure she wouldn't return to Pride Rock now, when she had gotten the scars. They suited her so well – he decided that he would call her Athari from now on, to match himself better. Scar carefully moved away from Nala to jump down, but just as he landed on the ground, he heard her too, up there.
"Scar! You dare to leave me alone?" she said with a smile, but then regretting she made it clear that she was awake. If just she had pretended to be asleep, she could have gotten away…
"Oh no, dearest Athari… come with me… or you may see more scars on your pretty face." Scar said with a gloomy voice, and she jumped down. Athari… was that what Simba would call her too, when he would find her? Together they walked down towards the waterhole, but Scar suddenly stopped and sniffed in the air. There was a smell of another lion in the air, and the scent somehow seemed familiar, but in a very distant way. Like a scent you thought was a dream, because you almost forgot about it. "That is not Simba… anyone you know?" he asked the lioness. She also sniffed and of couse she knew the scent – it was Kovu. Why had he come here, why not Simba?
"Yes, a young and strong lion, Scar. You couldn't beat him even if you tried… he's to be the next king of Pride Rock, since his mate is the daughter of Simba." Nala – or Athari – explained to him, trying to frighten him not to go and see Kovu.
"Simba had a daughter? Oh, a niece for me, how cute… I want to meet this future king!" Scar said and moved on towards the waterhole, from where the scent came. But Nala jumped in front of him and stopped him.
"It's really a bad idea, Scar!" she tried, but saw the interested and curious smile on his face.
"You actually care… about me? No, I wouldn't trust that, would I? Come, you must introduce us!" he walked around her and she just stood there and watched him. What was she to answer to that? She didn't want them to meet, she didn't want Scar to know about Kovu! But she didn't want him to think she cared either… there was no way to stop this madness…
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Down by the waterhole, Kovu suddenly lifted his head as he felt something in the air. Nala was near! But her scent was mixed with another… a childhood memory came to his mind, a memory of a lion much like himself putting a paw around him to show compassion. His father had died, and the other lion took him in as his own son. It was the same scent as of that same lion, whom he didn't know for long though… he shook his head to free himself from the memories, and sniffed again. It was Nala for sure, that one he couldn't be wrong about.
"Nala?" he called - and suddenly, out of the high and dry grass she came jumping towards him, quick and loosing her breath.
"Kovu! You must leave! Now!" she gasped in front of him. Why should he leave, he finally found her? If he was to leave, it was with her. He lowered his head a bit to be in her height, and he noticed the scars across her eye.
"Why? What is wrong, what happened?" he asked, worried; but she began to walk back and forward, looking impatient – she kept sending glances towards the high grass. Kovu felt the other scent come closer too, but didn't know why it was bad.
"No time to explain… just leave, Kovu – for both our.." she tried, but it was too late. Out of the high grass, Kovu saw a lion with majestic steps enter the sandy bank by the waterhole. He held his head high, superior. The mane was dark, even more black than Kovu's mane, and his fur wasn't golden like Nalas. His aura was filled with… nobility and something else, which Kovu couldn't really put his paw on. Kovu was curious about this other lion, looking so much like himself. Nala seemed disturbed, standing between the two male lions.