The Lion King: Rise of the White Pride

Chapter 15: First Sight

Hasira ran to his fastest while avoiding the trees and keeping his pursuers far from him. He leaped over a pit and slided down under a high fallen tree. After ten seconds or so, he slowed down, so that he could hear whether if he lost them or not. Before he could realize, a shadow leaped over him and landed in front of him.

A lioness standing still in her fight stance, with her furious gold and silver eyes locked to the bloody red of Hasira's, growling fiercely with claws unsheathed ready to strike anytime. What Hasira could see in her eyes were hatred but strangely also malice and mischievous intents, which he couldn't understand. The presence of seriousness and easygoingness in the same time confused him, so much that he couldn't move a muscle. That, until a voice inside him barked out.

"What are you staring at, fool?!"

"Shut up! Don't you know what situation we got here?! Get out, get out!"

"You want me to get out? Okay, then."

"You didn't lear- wait, what?"

"I'm here now, whereas I'm only want to see another one like us . . ."

"What are you talking about?!"

"You know, one like us, whose light and darkness inside one body, two different sides . . . fufufufufu . . ." the voice trailed off and then completely disappeared.

"What? Wait . . . wait!" Hasira shouted, but there was no response.

"Where is my dad and Haraka the Cheetah!" she snapped.

That was the exact time Hasira snapped back to the reality where he was face to face with an enemy. An enemy . . . like him. He looked again at her eyes, which he finally understood the meaning of his other side: she was too one with a split personality, one like him. Seriousness and the easygoingness he felt was all from her, one half and another in the same time.

Finally meeting one of a kind, for the first time in the past years, he wanted to know someone, someone like him. Someone whose life were the same like his, and he didn't want to hurt her, no he did NOT. But that wasn't because she was like him . . .

He made a sudden ram at the lioness whose in response grabbed his shoulders tightly and then shoveled her aside before running again this time faster. Along the way, Hasira's heart beat faster than ever. "Okay, this is weird. What is this feeling? My heart beat like it lost tons of blood. The hell is this feeling!?" It took several moment for the white lion to realize that he had fallen in love.

A lion, clear white was his coat, with sleek silver mane thick mane swept back. Several hair struck out to the air defying gravity made it like a bit spiky. A noticeable blue line went from the center of his mane, in front of his ears and joined on the lower part. Behind his ears were another noticeable spike that bent diagonally forward-down under the ears. His underbelly, paws, and tail tuft were all grey in color. His bright blue eyes were fixed on something. It was Shaka.

In front of him was a large boulder, on his sides were hallway of rough crimson stone.

"Hasira hid something, and I'm about to find out," he thought.

Haraka slept while her wounds were almost closed while Kovu was slowly regaining consciousness, or so Shaka thought. Hasira's strange behavior worried him and as his best friend, he had to know what was it that Hasira was different. Shaka knew very well that they were separated for years, but he could only find out if he try to. This room was the last of them. He already checked the other rooms and there were nothing inside. Shaka started to think that these rooms were used as cages.

His strength had returned, at least to the point that he could move boulders as large as himself. He unsheathed his claws and gripped the boulder firmly, then he used all of his strength to move the large boulder out of the way. When a small gap opened, he took a peek. It was dark so he didn't see anything. After the way was large enough for him to pass through, he trotted in.

The room was very much the same as his, but this one was somewhat calming and Shaka moved deeper into the room. In the middle of it, there was a comfortable bed of thick leaves with someone on it, sleeping. Shaka moved closer to the bed to have a better look at the shadowed figure. But as he took a flash glance at it, his sharp ears heard someone coming. He didn't have a choice but to leave and come back another time. He slipped past the boulder, pushed it back on and replaced his room's after coming in.

There was nothing. The only sound Shaka heard was the sound of the wind from the ravine, whoever that was didn't have any intention of seeing the 'prisoner', which was a relief. But from the flash glance, Shaka remembered what he saw. The one sleeping on the bed had a long scar on their right side of their neck. Could it be?

Her eyes were somewhat struck a switch inside him. At first glance he could felt his heart skipped a beat and at the second glance his heart pounded hard, so hard that he had to get away to cool down, not that it did the trick though. He got out from the forest with the Zulu Falls on sight, but what he didn't realize that he was blushing under his fur when he remembered Kasi. His white coat only made it easier to see.

Another thing he didn't realize was that Kasi was way faster than Hasira could imagine. The second he realized his face, Kasi pounced and had Hasira pinned on his back, too surprised to react. Their eyes locked for a moment, while Kasi's eyes were filled with the same seriousness and anger, Hasira's had other things.

He looked at her gold and silver eyes, which on sight just made his heart beat even harder and without himself knowing, his face were getting redder and redder. Kasi flinched at the sight, which Hasira noticed and panicked inside. Crap. CRAP! No time for thinking, he threw her aside, hoping that she didn't see it, and ran away as fast as he could.

Kasi stood, not quite understand what happened just now. "His face was red? Did he got a fever or something?"

"Idiot, he was blushing," said a voice inside her.

"Iolite! You know something?" Kasi asked blankly, oblivious of what have happened.

"'course I do. That fella fell for you. Hahahahah . . ." Iolite said mischievously before fading away.

Kasi, dumbfounded, asked to herself, "What happened? He fell . . . for me?"

Hasira still running, the dissipating light didn't slow him down as he already been there multiple times. The only thing that concerned him was if Kasi saw him blushing. He headed to the ravine with that in his mind.

Hasira was around early six years or so while Kasi was around middle five. Both had split personality and anger issues. Wouldn't those two make a unique couple?

By the way, I realized that I was TOO lazy to describe my OCs, so I've decided to redo it.

Keep reading Rise of the White Pride to find out what would happen next! See ya in the next chapter!