THE SCARRED KING AND QUEEN NALA Ch IV

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Basically, we went through The Madness of King Scar with a twinge of change. Sarafina coaxed Nala to remind Scar of their predicament, and Nala accepted. Scar and Zazu had a nasty conversation... we skipped the bit of TMOKS about the hyenas and the "I tell myself I'm fine," stuff. When Nala came in, there was a change in TMOKS. Instead of Scar letting Nala go after Nala kind of slashed his face, Scar kept her and kind of forced his affections and uhm... "sperm" upon him.

The last two bits of dialogue were:

"You're despicable." - Nala,

"Well, I'll be damned. Look who's on top now!" - Scar.

Remember now!

Thanks SunRise19 and Narfgirl for reviewing chapter III!

Now, chapter IV!

The night passed, filled with hate and sorrow. When Nala awoke, the sun had only begun to make it's trip about the earth. (A/N: That ain't accurate, but it sounds better!) Her eyes fluttering from the ray of sunshine that burned through, Nala groaned and covered her features with a paw. Recalling the night before, the young lioness groaned again. "Did he... do it?" She thought to herself, trying desperately to remember.

"Oh, I sure hope not," she decided.

But the more she recalled the doings of the night before, the more she knew he had. Feeling slightly unwell made her even more sure. Down-spirited, Nala hesitantly removed her paw from her face and let her eyes slide open.

The seconds before her vision came into perfect vision were the last comforting times in her entire life. Opening her eyes, she observed her surroundings. She was still in Scar's lair! The den of Pride Rock! Nala turned upon her back, looked up, and was even closer to the brink of panic.

Standing above her was the mad king of Pride Rock. His eyes were filled with pure delight at Nala's predicament.

"You're despicable," Nala said again.

"Ah," Scar said, "I will not disagree to such a statement. Despicable, yes, but brainless, I think not." He chuckled devilishly.

"You did, didn't you?" Nala hissed, the confusion and fear in her voice replaced with pure loathing for the one she had carelessly kissed the night preceding. "I hope you go straight to hell."

Scar's devilish chuckle turned to a chilling cackle. The laugh was a sound of all of Scar's emotions...

Nala stared blankly at the mad king, cackling uproariously before her. It gave Nala quite the range of emotions.

At first, the cackle seemed purely evil, like a snake, crawling about Nala's organs. It made her gasp in horror. The imagery was disgusting; first of a lion forcing his affections upon another, then a great lion falling from a great height... But soon, the evil went completely away. Soon, Nala began to feel total terror and helplessness. It took her a moment to realise that this, too, came from the chilling cackle. The horrific feelings she was being engulfed by were cast from the cackle, which had turned to not an evil cackle, but a helpless, cough-like struggle. But the sound of laughing was reflected in it, and Nala knew something must be terribly messed.

Nala was quite sure that Scar had always felt evil and sure of himself, never helpless or frightened. But soon, the struggle turned to a playful, cub-like laugh. It made the distressed lioness almost want to dance. The images in her mind were, strangely, of all varieties of hyenas, showing her so much affection and playfulness.

"What's going on here?" Nala said aloud.

But it seemed that no one heard her. For her question was ignored. and the laugh began to change again. But now, it was not a laugh, really, but a coughing, horrid sob. Soon after, Scar gave up his posture completely and fell upon Nala, sobbing as uproariously as his laugh had been.

Strangely, Nala now felt pity on the lion she had hated just a moment ago. "Pull yourself together, man," she said, wriggling free of him and sliding her tongue across his muzzle. (A/N: Okay, this is when the story gets REALLY sad lol.)

Scar looked up at her. The hatred that had pierced his eyes a few moments ago had left. His eyes were red and doused from his session of sobs, but there was curiosity planted on his face.

"What is it you want with me, you damned freak?" Nala demanded.

Scar only sighed. "I want a queen," he said simply.

"Why?" Nala demanded, growing impatient.

"Because..." Scar sighed for a moment, "because I want to be adored."

Now Nala was speechless. Adored! Was all his struggling simply because he didn't know how to be adored? "I'm sorry," she said, completely truthful. "Really, I am."

Nala looked out at the Great Kings of the Past. "Simba?" She spoke aloud. "Are you there?"

No voice answered, but a puff of wind blew strongly against her pelt, underscoring Simba's presence, she hoped. "I wish you were. You would know exactly what to do. I wouldn't be here, confused and baffled, and down-hearted. I'd be probably snuggling in your mane, we could be dating. Maybe we'd even be married; probably King and Queen by now," Nala said, nastily. "But no! We're not, are we? And whose fault do you think that is? You left me here, and now the king wants me... and I just want to die!" Nala crumpled to the ground.

"I hate this damn world! This utandu of a world!"

A shadow emerged from hidden darkness. "Nala?"

Nala turned round. "Not you again," she said, fighting back sobs.

"I can help."

"What should you know?" Nala cried. "You're a madman."

Scar sauntered toward her and sat beside her. "Do you really care about that?"

Nala, suddenly feeling guilty with herself, admitted the truth. "Yes."

Scar only chuckled. "You think I've always been a madman?"

Nala nodded, slowly. "As long as I can remember, you've been a horrid, damn madman."

"Well then, you're mistaken. I wasn't born a madman, Nala. And I don't know anyone who was."

"Liar!" Nala snapped, "you, and all your friends were! Mufasa was a grand king. And you? You're just a damn madman!"

"You have... misspoken, Nala. I was born hardly different from Mufasa; several shades darker in colour, with my mother's eyes rather than my father's, and a few kilograms smaller than Mufasa, but other than that we were just alike."

"Liar!" Nala repeated. "You've always been a madman! Jealous, unwilling to cope with fate!"

"You are still mistaken. Why don't you just ask your mother?" A devilish smile came upon his face, "I'm sure you'll believe her."

"What does this have to do with my mother?" Nala shrieked.

"We knew each other. Good friends, we were. And, one too many drinks and..."

"LIAR!" Nala screamed. "My father was a good lion! He had problems in his life and he killed himself, he's dead, so I know you're lying!"

"I don't doubt you," Scar said, " 'Kivuli', his name was, correct?"

Nala nodded, slowly once again. "And he's dead. He committed suicide, years ago! Before I was born! My mother loves Kivuli, not you!"

"Why do you think I didn't kill you when I became king? It's the custom, and I ignored it! I spared you! Why do you think I did?" Scar had Nala cornered, now.

"What are you trying to pull, anyway? This isn't even funny!"

"Nala?" Scar said, raising his voice, "you are talking with someone who loves and adores you beyond his own life. You are talking to the one who gave you your large, dark, cute nose, your bright eyes, your pretty figure, and your beige complexion. (A/N: From my version of Ahadi...) You are talking with your father!"

Nala broke into tears. "Please, Dad, no..."