"Jesús!" yelled Kopa as his green eyes searched for his little brother.

A whitish cub rolled her hazel eyes. "Why are we looking for him? He's always pulling some kind of trick."

A dark orange cub laughed before looking at his friend with a smirk, his black eyes full of excitement. "That's where the fun is at!"

A orange cub speaks up with uncertainty in his purple eyes. "I'm not sure about that, Chumvi. "

Kopa groaned before turning to face his friends. "I will not loose another game! I'm future king! I can't and I won't loose!"

The three other cubs nodded, knowing not to argue. So the four continued to search for the second prince.

~O~

Unknown to them that Jesús was hidden in the tree above them. He had rolled into some mud to blind with the tree branch. He giggled before looking away from his friends and brother. To see Jethro, Malka and his father heading towards the cubs below.

With a smirk, Jesús started to climb down.

"Hello children."

Three of the cubs stopped what they were doing and looked towards the voice. Where huge smiles formed on their faces before running to their respective fathers.

King Simba smiled at his friends before looking at his son. The dark beige lion walked over and lightly stepped on Kopa's tail.

Kopa groaned before looking up and smiled. "Hi dad."

Simba smiled back before looking around. "Where's your brother?"

Kopa shrugged as Simba stepped off his tail. "I don't know. We were in a game of hide and seek."

Simba raised a eyebrow. "All four of you was it?"

Kopa nodded. "Said I wouldn't be able to find him with the extra eyes. It was a challenge that I couldn't back down."

Simba sighed before standing and looking around for any sign of the Prince of Mischief. Soon a dark figure jumped in front of Simba.

"I'm here!" Jesús shouted with a wide grin.

Simba looked at his son before shaking his head. "What am I going to do with you?"

Kopa growled as he walked over. "Where have you been?!"

Jesús shook his head. "I'll never reveal my secret."

Kopa huffed, earning a laugh from Simba. "Let's go. I'm sure your mother has caught something good."

Kopa groaned before following his father. Jesús shook his body where the mud flew off him. With a joyful laugh the red-brown cub ran after his father and brother.

~O~

"So how was your day?" Kiara smiled at her cubs who was getting ready for bed.

A yawn left the tawny cub's muzzle before he looked at his mother. "Jesús pulled another prank on me and the guys."

Kiara sighed before looking at the smiling red-brown cub. "Jesús,"

Jesús lowered his head and pinned his black rimmed ears against his head. "I was only having fun."

"Couldn't you have fun without tricking your brother and friends?" Kiara questioned motherly.

Jesús sighed. "I guess. But that's who I am."

Kiara sighed deeply before nuzzling her youngest son. "It will turn out alright. Now to bed."

Jesús was about to protest but a yawn escaped his mouth. With now tired dark brown eyes the prince walked over to Kopa and laid down.

"Mom can you tell us a story?" Kopa asked after letting out another yawn.

The golden lioness laid down and pulled her sons close. "What story do you want to hear?"

"Something scary!" Kopa pipped up.

Jesús looked unsure about it until Simba laid down on the other side.

"How about the story of the Western pride?"

Kopa nodded as he got comfortable in his father's paws. Jesús on the other hand was terrified as soon as the story began. Jicho is a monster was the last thought Jesús had before he closed his eyes.