Okay funny joke I heard while riding the tram back to a friend's car from Magic Kingdom the other day.

Q. Why does Peter Pan always fly?

A. Because he never neverlands.

Yeah corny but a good laugh the first time you hear it. Any way better start this chapter before you all beat me.

So this is love, Mmmmmm
so this is love
So this is what makes life divine
I'm all aglow, Mmmmmm
and now I know
The key to all heaven is mine

So this is love-song from Cinderella

I stood on the branch of the tree listening to every word Binti told me. I regretted it later but I'm glad I knew about her past.

"I was born in a rainforest many days away from here. In fact the moon would make its half rotation before I finally reached my destination here. But that's not really important is it. I had four other siblings. Two sisters and two brothers. Like I said though, one died a few days after he hatched, my first sister died from the jaws of a cheetah while the other died while trying her wing at flying."

"But that was not the only death I experienced. My mother died a few days after my sister who fell out of the tree. We don't know what it was, one day she was coughing really badly but she kept saying that she was fine, the next morning I awoke to find her cold body on one side of the nest. She died in her sleep."

"But we did not have to live the rest of our chick hood alone; my father took care of us though he was never there to really help. In fact he did not find out about my mothers death until later that day when he came to check on her to make sure we had been fed properly that day."

"He was a kind father though until that day. I remember it like an elephant remembers where the best clay pit is, I wish to forget it but I can't, the scars just won't go away. He saw my dead mother and looked over at the three chicks. The one who was killed by the cheetah was still alive but she would be dead in a few weeks. But I remember the cold darkness in his eyes, full of hate yet with sorrow as well. I remember that heavy wing ascend down on my face and the pain that went with it for a few minutes afterward.

"I remember the horrible words that came out of his mouth afterwards. Another scar that had never healed.

'You wretched child, look what you have done to your mother. You caused her death, you were one too many for her and now you caused her death, you little piece of filth.'

'But Dad, I did not cause anything, she loved me like my other siblings and why are you punishing me for her death?' I had asked."

"My father gave me another hateful look and then slapped me again so hard that I flew against the wall of the nest momentarily stunned. 'You bitch, how dare you use that tone of voice around me like that,' he said.

"I said nothing but watched as he flew off, my brother and sister helped me get up and all night we sat in that cold nest wondering what would become of us and why he put his anger out on me. If we died there after a few weeks of no food, we did know how to fly a little but we were not experts. We kept thinking about doing that if he did not come back. But he did much to our relief but to my grief as well."

"He returned the next day in the afternoon with food for all three of us. They were berries, delicious juicy berries. We had been starving since the day before so all three of us jumped in at once to eat but of course I was pushed back by my father who then stood above me and glared."

'Wait your turn, I'll tell you when you can eat and when not to,' he said angrily as he watched the other two eat. I looked up at him sadly, hoping he would feel sorry for me but instead he didn't."

'Don't give me that attitude, your not getting any no matter what,' he said.

'Why are you doing this to me Dad, I thought you loved me,' I said my face full of hurt.

"My father gave a huge growl and grabbed me by my neck and as hard as he could, he slammed me against the side of the tree and pinned me there. 'I told you to not talk back to me like that, because of your foolishness; you will not get any of those berries.' He said his eyes filled with hate and anger."

'I'm sorry father,' I said while tears fell down my face. He was hurting me and I did not like it."

"Without warning he only roared with anger and as hard as he could, he slammed me down the ground and held me there with his claws which dug deep into my skin. I swear I still have the scars to what he did to this day."

'Don't speak until I say you can talk you piece of dirt,' he said before he pushed me hard against the wall again and then noticing that my two siblings had left, he simply left the nest and did not look back."

"I lay there while my two siblings looked sadly down at me. My back was bleeding and both had no idea why my father was like this. My brother quickly helped me up and tended to my wounds while my sister presented me a berry that she hid from our father."

"I ate it but it only tasted like ash. My father's anger had left me feeling bitter and lonely. My two siblings tried to comfort me but I quickly moved over to a corner of the nest and lay there in a fetal position for the rest of the night."

"This is how most of my days were. My father would come home for a few hours and feed us or teach us how to fly. Flying was the worst, I would make the slightest mistake and he would punish me for it. One time he even pushed me out of the nest. Luckily I knew how to fly a little better and was able to flutter down to the bottom without getting injured"

"What was odd though was that he never reprimanded my brother or my sister when they made a mistake, he would tell them that it was a mistake and that they should try again. Did he do that for me? Sadly not."

"When my sister was killed by that cheetah I got the worst punishment imaginable. I remember standing there with my brother on the rock where the cheetah took our sister. We both cried softly knowing we would never see her again. All of a sudden my father shows up and grabs me as hard as he can and slaps me as hard as he can in the cheek with his wing."

'What happened?' he asked me angrily.

'It was a cheetah, it just came out of no where, we did not even smell it' I said to him"

"Another slap to the face this one caused me to fall to the ground and whimper while he insulted me for the hundredth time for not watching our sister and that it was my fault for her death just like my mothers."

"Once he finished insulting me he grabbed me and with all his might he flew me toward a waterfall and put my head in it until he felt that I had enough or at least until I was unconscious. I woke up the next morning lying in a mud bank, my father was standing on a rock and waiting for me to awaken so he could insult me some more."

"He did of course and then brought me back to the nest where I was forced to kiss my brothers feet while he tried to get my father to stop all this. Of course my father only ignored him and continued to insult me."

"The time finally came for me to leave the nest and head out on my own a few months later. I remember my plan; I would leave without saying goodbye to my father and head north to a place as far away from him as possible. I could not wait and I was going to do it in the morning before he awoke."

"But somehow he must have known. When I awoke the next morning, I found him standing beside me, watching me with his hate filled eyes."

'Why are you up so early?' he asked me"

'I uh, was going to find a new home for myself,' I said knowing the truthful answer was always the best one."

'Did I say you could leave?' he asked as he got closer to me, I stepped back, hoping that he would not hurt me.

"I only shook my head as he advanced closer on me, his eyes growing more angry and menacing by the minute."

'Answer me! Did I say you could leave?' he asked"

'I said no!' I said with a scream.

'Then why did you think about leaving?' he asked.

'Because I wanted to get away from you,' I said.

"My father stopped and looked at me, all of a sudden he looked hurt and confused like I had hurt his feelings, the same way he hurt my feelings."

'So you're saying that you don't love me?' he asked sounding all sad about it. I knew he had to be bluffing."

'Well you don't love me,' I said."

'I love you will all my heart and soul, what makes you think that I don't love you?' he asked.

'Because you insult me and you hurt me, and that is not love, that is hate which is how you feel about me and how I feel about you,' I said, I wanted to be truthful even though I knew I would anger him even more."

"I remember how you explained to me how Scar was like when he was angry and when you told me about that I thought of my father because that is what he looked like after I had told him. And without warning he hit me harder than he had ever hit me before in my life. My cheek hurt for days afterward and because of what I said to him I was not allowed to leave home, he supervised me day and night, he decided when I should eat, when I should sleep and what jobs I should do for him which was all the time."

"Of course I was also abused and insulted during those terrible times in my life that's why you have noticed that I am so shy I just don't know when someone is about to lash out at me for something I only did that was slightly wrong."

"Let's just say I did think about suicide once, in fact I almost did it but something in my mind told me otherwise. That I should try to escape. That life was still worth living. So one evening I gave my father some fermented berries that I found lying on a dry river bank. He was at first very happy and giddy, something I have never seen in him before but soon he slowed down and before long he was sound asleep."

"That was when I escaped. That was when I began my journey to find a new home. That was when I heard of the Pride Lands and the new King Simba. And that's when I finally met you Zazu."\

She finished her story in a rather awkward way. She gave me a hug, I had never received one before and I must say that it was quite exhilarating. I patted her back while I she cried a little, her story had been quite a sad one.

"I'm so glad I have found you Zazu, I feel like I am not as shy any more, well not as bad as I once was," she said.

"I'm glad we met too, I have someone of my own kind to talk to daily and not only once a month," I said remembering Kalifa for one brief moment.

Suddenly Binti pushed herself away from my shoulder and held her wind to mind while she looked at me straight in the eye. "I love you Zazu," she said.

For a moment I was stunned, I was not expecting this to happen. I thought I would be the one to break the silence but here was Binti blurting it out as sudden as a wet season storm.

"Do you really?" It was the only words that could come out of my mouth. I slapped myself for it.

"Ever since our first breakfast together I knew that destiny brought us together but I was too shy to say anything, I was afraid you would yell at me and never talk to me again," said Binti who then looked down at the floor shamefully.

I lifted her head and brushed her beautiful red feathers back a little since they took half of her eyes away. "Binti, listen to me, I would never ever do anything like that to any one I know. My enemies maybe but not the people I love," I said.

"Then will you be my mate?" she asked.

I grabbed a yellow flower from the branch we were sitting in and put it in her head while I kissed her wing before I finally responded. "It would be an honor if I became your mate," I said.

Binti smiled and then put her wings around me. "I'm glad I decided to not give up hope and find a new life because I think it was worth it," she said.

"And I know that my life will now be complete," I said.

That night we sat at the top of Pride Rock watching the sun slowly sink into the west, the day had ended on a sad note but it also ended with a new reason for living.

We were married a week later. Rafiki did the ceremony while Simba, Nala, Timon, Pumbaa, Sarabi, Sarafina and all the other lionesses of the pride attended and watched the beautiful ceremony. My sister and amazingly my mother with her mate even showed up to watch the wonderful ceremony take place.

It was a memory I would never forget and that I knew would last a lifetime.

A/N: This chapter was sponsored by Kodak, creating memories that last a lifetime. LOL. Any way hope you all like that chapter and sorry it took so long to update, writers block can a be a pain and so can going out every night to do something. Oh yeah and I survived a hurricane. It was really boring though nothing really happened. Just rain and very little wind.

Also I am beginning to think that I should have made this three different stories because this is a long story, I think its close to creating the story with the most words out of the lion king section. But oh well you learn from your mistakes.

I find this also funny. It seems that everyone in the lion king section is falling in love. MorpheusDreamers story, Nala5's story, others I cannot remember right now. It's interesting I guess October is the month not February.

Well I hope you all have a nice week and please review.