Chapter Twelve: Simba

Scar remained near Pride Rock, watching the pride under his brother's command. His day would come. He had come too far to allow it to slip away. Patience was the only important thing. He would just have to wait . . .

One day, a lioness was rushed out to find Rafiki. Scar immediately knew what that meant. Sarabi would soon be expecting her cub. Scar went up to the cave. Zazu was standing outside the entrance. His feathers ruffled as soon as he spotted the lion.

"Hello, Zazu," Scar said in a mocking tone.

"Good day, sir," Zazu answered formally.

"I should say it is. Sarabi is expecting the cub soon?"

"Soon is an understatement. Rafiki is guessing a few hours."

"Oh, I see. Is my brother busy at the moment?"

"I'm afraid so, seeing that his child is about to be born."

"Zazu," Mufasa said sternly, walking out of the cave. "Hello, Scar. I haven't seen you around here for a time. When did you hear the news?"

"Oh, just recently," Scar lied. Apparently Sarabi never told Mufasa of his promise to her. "I wanted to come to congratulate you. I seem to be doing a lot of that."

His brother laughed. "I suppose so. Thank you, brother. I would be honored if you were our cub's mentor."

"You mean cub-sitter?"

His false laugh forced Scar to put his ears back. "Oh, no. I want my son to know his uncle."

"Are you sure it's a boy?"

"Why wouldn't it be?"

Scar shook his head. "Of course. Everything works out perfectly for you."

"I wouldn't say that. I wish Mother and Father were here to see him for the first time."

"Well, Father would be proud, as always, Mufasa. I think I'll be going now. I just wanted to congratulate you."

Mufasa stopped him. "Will you come to his birthing ceremony?"

Scar forced a smile. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Thank you, brother."

He nodded and walked away. He watched the birthing ceremony from a distance. Rafiki raised a light-colored fluff ball into the air. The crowds of animals cheered and bowed to the future king.

Scar growled as he watched the scene. "Enjoy it now, little one. It won't be long before your father is dead and gone. And you will be too young to stop it. Enjoy this time while you have it. I promise, it won't be long at all . . ."

A/N: Sorry this one's kind of short. I figured the Lion King story goes on after Simba was born and I don't think I can rewrite all of that! Lol.