The Lion King: Rise of the White Pride
Chapter 17: Move Out Pt 2
"Huh?" the lion snapped and backed off, releasing Vitani from his pin.
Vitani got up and cornered the lion in excitement. "You're Kopa!" but her spirit fell down as the full moon shone its brilliant light down to the area. ". . . Aren't you?"
The night and hours in the forest must've broke her mind but when she looked at him, he looked just like her childhood friend who played with her almost everyday, Kopa, first son of the king of that time, Simba. Golden coat and red mane. He fit perfectly into Vitani's imagination of older Kopa, though when she took another look at his eyes, he wasn't the same at all in the inside.
"Hah! Wrong lion, milady," the lion laughed. "I'm Kabisa, a rogue live in the Forest of Calmness, Utulivu," he explained, ignoring that they just had a brawl.
Vitani tilted her head in at the name along with the disappearing light of hope she had just then. "Kabisa in the Forest of . . ."
"Calmness, Utulivu. U-T-U-L-I-V-U. Got it memorized?" he said cheerfully.
"Right," said Vitani, with her eyes rolled.
The silent conversation got interrupted by the arrival of two lions, each stood before Kabisa with their teeth and claws bared. Kabisa was shocked and backed away, but retaliated with a snap when he gained a distance.
"Guys, stand down," said Vitani, passing through them. "We have to talk, all four of us."
"Granpa, can I ask you something?" said a lion with dual-colored mane. In front of him was a big lion, at least twice as big as him.
Simba, noticed his grandson and answered, "What is it?"
"Hm. I overheard the quatre talking about someone called Kopa . . . who is he?" he said bluntly, not even a little concerned about how sensitive the question could be.
Simba didn't answer. The wind just made the scene a lot more tense now that Kiburi asked that question. The rock they were sitting on while waiting for reinforcement somehow felt colder.
Ten seconds later Kiburi could feel an intense killing intention that lasted no longer than a second. But that one second, felt like a year for him. A year full of rage, anger, and despair, with Simba in the middle of the savannah, tearing up something that was too destroyed to be identified, clawing and biting relentlessly and then stomped it with his paws, crushing the rest of the object. Blood continued to sprout and flow out of it, until it drowned the entire world in a sea of deep red.
Kiburi snapped back to reality when Simba finally speaks. "What would make them talk about him?" he said calmly, after that one. second.
"They . . . they . . .," he said exasperated for relaxation and get some after clearing his throat. "They were talking about the history of the Pride Lands and something called 'Historian Test'?"
Simba sighed but didn't move his sight from the horizon. "Kopa was . . . you uncle."
"Ha? But mom is your . . ."
"Only child? Nah, she's the second. My first child was a cub bear striking resemblance to my cub-self, Kopa. Like his sister AND his father, he was very rambunctious. Not a day without a problem." Kiburi laughed at the familial trait. "Remember that there were once the Outsiders?"
Kiburi nodded. "You kicked them out."
"Precisely. When Kopa was a year and a half old, Zira started to go crazy about avenging Scar and tore up Kopa right in front of us," his grandson was speechless. He didn't think someone could do something like that. "Yeah, I lost it," he admitted. "I banished Zira to the Outlands along with her sympathizers only to know that most of them only with her because of fear. My fault."
"Grand-"
"It just . . . he was so much like me and Nala altogether. His laugh, his face, and his behavior. He reminded me of how I was back in the day!" Simba raised his voice emotionally, not even care about tears that started to escape his eyes. He covered his eyes with his paws, trying to stop the flowing river of hurt. "The way he annoy me, the way he wrestle with Vitani, the way he picked a fight with those four, he way he . . .," Simba stopped, swallowing gallons of air in his gaping. "I didn't even have the chance to say goodbye. How could I knew he'd go away so fast?" to no avail the tears kept dropping. "'I'll never see him again' that what I thought. Only remembering the moment when his life slipped away just. hurts. That I couldn't protect him."
Kiburi hanged his jaw. "What a tragedy," he said. Before he knew, another question escaped his throat, "Where did you bury him?"
"We buried him in the same place with the other kings of the past, in the back of Pride Rock, where the Great Umbrella Thorn lives. The place when eternal silence stay," he looked to the sky, where the glittering stars reminded him beyond time when Mufasa and Kopa were still alive.
Simba wiped his tears, not wanting to look soft in front of his grandson. "What made you ask that?"
"Well, I want to . . . no, I want US to visit him. But before that, we have to rescue dad, Kiburi, and Haraka. Promise?" his eyes looked at Simba's, waiting for an answer.
Simba chuckled. "Yeah, right," he playfully swatted Kiburi's head.
"Simba!" shouted a voice from the Pride Rock.
Timon atop Pumbaa ran to them followed by Nala and Kubwa. Behind them, the rest of the pride stood looking at them, giving them hope that they'd succeed.
"Sorry, but this' all we can get," Timon said, glancing at Nala and Kubwa.
"Felt years to have action again," said Nala, who was ready for action.
Kubwa followed by, "I'm not letting those four hog all the glory."
"Hakuna Matata. We'll need all help we can get," Simba said lightly.
Kiara came toward his father and nuzzled him. "I'm sorry, father, but I can't leave our pride."
"It's okay. With the king gone, the pride need their queen to lead them."
Tama and Chumvi walked beside Kiara and bowed before their elder, "We wish you luck," said Chumvi.
"Heh," Simba elbowed Chumvi on his shoulder. "Don't give me that look. We'll come back home in one piece," he launched a smile of assurance. Chumvi returned the smile with his own. "Besides, I have a promise to keep. Now let's go!"
The four launched in great speed, but before that, they looked back at the pride, who waves them goodbye and good luck. So much smiles were on in the night, but no one knew what lies ahead.
"Who are you, and who you really are?" Vitani questioned Kabisa circling him.
"I told you, I'm Kabisa. A rouge from a pride far away, and I know nothing of your Kopa!"
Tojo snapped in, "Wait, he's Kopa?"
"No!" Kabisa retorted.
"He looked like him!" said Vitani.
"You know Kopa didn't have the chance to grow up!" Kula joined the argument.
"Well, it's a possibility!" Vitani retaliated again.
Kimbia had just arrived when the argument got worse, but he remained unnoticed in the shadows of the forest.
Vitani broke the argument when Tojo and Kula got out of paw. "Okay, I have a deal you all might want to consider!"
"WHAT?" all three replied in the same time.
Vitani peered to Kabisa. "You, a rogue, as in prideless. How about helping us and have a pride of your own, huh?"
"You what!?" the couple exclaimed in unison but were silenced by Vitani with a hiss.
Kabisa thought for a moment before agreeing and they all would sleep in a secure place before breaking in tomorrow.
Bet'cha think Kabisa was Kopa. Well he wasn't. Kopa's in the story tho, but only in the past. I just need something to shadow the Outsiders' exile. Hope it wasn't confusing. And yes, there's a Part 3. I saved the best part of Move Out for the last(?)! Hohohohoho.
Here's another outtake for ya:
Kiburi nodded. "You kicked them out."
"Precisely. When Kopa was a year and a half old, Zira started to go crazy about avenging Scar and tore up Kopa right in front of us," his grandson was speechless. He didn't think someone could do something like that. "Yeah, I lost it," he admitted. "I banished Zira to the Outlands along with her sympathizers only to know that most of them only with her because of fear. My fault."
"Grand-"
"It just . . . he was so much like me and Nala altogether. His laugh, his face, and his behavior. He reminded me of how I was back in the day!" Simba raised his voice emotionally, not even care about tears that started to escape his eyes. He covered his eyes with his paws, trying to stop the flowing river of hurt.
"Uhhh . . . Granpa?"
"The way he annoy me, the way he wrestle with Vitani, the way he picked a fight with those four, he way he . . .," Simba stopped, swallowing gallons of air in his gaping. "I didn't even have the chance to say goodbye. How could I knew he'd go away so fast?" to no avail the tears kept dropping.
"Simba?"
"'I'll never see him again' that what I thought. Only remembering the moment when his life slipped away just. hurts. That I couldn't protect him," it wasn't a moment before Simba's tears rained upon Kiburi, flushing the entire studio in tears.
"CUT!" yelled a brown wavy haired man with gray jacket and red undershirt. "Someone stop Simba and clean this room!" the sound from the tear soaked megaphone didn't sound right but was disturbing enough to make actors in the dressing room slammed the door open and protest only to slip off on the tears one by one.
Giza appeared from the actress dressing room. "Wait a minute, who are you!? And where's Arya!?" she shouted, the make up that made her look dangerous were wiped away by the tears.
"I think Anahofia took him to the hospital. I'm David, Arya's best friend and- no matter, GET THIS ROOM CLEAN AND RESHOO-" his word were cut clean when another wave of Simba's tears hit his megaphone and struck it onto David gut and OHKOed him on the spot.
"OI DAVID!" yelled Hasira and Taka from above on Mt. Kilimanjaro prop.
Kiara walked out. "Hey, another good director is out. Timon! Who's next in the list!?"
Timon appeared behind the curtains and flipped some pages. "Let's see. Wha-!? IT'S THE CRAZY BABOON!"
"WHAT?" horrified everyone panicked in unison.
"Hee hee hee," everyone looked at the source of the voice who was hanging upside down with his stick. "Looks like it is Rafiki's turn."
Almost everyone in the studio passed out in an instance . . . save for Simba who was still crying.