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Awooooooooooooo! How are we dear readers? Myself? Well my doctor says I'm allowed out for the day my psychiatrist isn't too sure. Oh but it's ok dear readers, I hacked him to pieces with a blunt axe its cool…..I'm joking of course, it wasn't blunt at all.
Anyway without further ado here is chapter 4! Enjoy!
A Girls Claws
Chapter 4: Denial And Philosophy
"Will you stop bounding around Simba!" Sarafina called exasperatedly. Simba continued to bounce around jumping and leaping happily.
"Simba what has gotten into you today?" Sarafina panted trying to keep pace with her son.
Simba just grinned at her cheerfully.
"Nothing mother!" he almost sang.
"I think I can tell you" Queen Sarabi slinked next to Sarafina followed by a rather red Nala.
Upon seeing Nala, Simba blushed and half hid behind his mother's legs. Nala was attempting the same thing with her mother, although she was trying to see around Sarabi's legs also.
"Well I caught Nala and Simba talking last night when everyone was asleep. And it was fairly…." Sarabi paused nudging her shy daughter towards Simba pushing them together.
"Intimate" Sarabi purred cheekily. Simba was blushing deeper that he had before. He refused to look at Nala out of embarrassment.
Sarafina grinned in understanding.
"Oh I see so that's why you were so happy this morning is it? So what else happened your highness?" Sarafina prodded enjoying every moment of it.
Nala shook her head violently behind Sarafina's legs.
Sarabi noticed and grinned evilly.
"Well I saw little Nala going over and giving Simba a little kiss" Both adults turned to look at Nala whom shrank with her ears pinned.
"Oh don't look like that Nala it's perfectly normal to have a crush on boys, I'd be worried if you didn't" Sarabi said. Nala opened her mouth to say something but shut it again when she realised Simba looking at her.
"You're staring" she hissed hoping that her mother wouldn't see.
Simba immediately began to look around.
The reflection of her on a nearby apple. Her paws. At the bush behind her, in effect he was devising more and more cunning methods of staring at her without actually looking at her. Nala shuffled her paws in a guilty fashion as she sneaked glances at Simba trying to work out exactly how she felt.
"Well I think we've tortured them long enough" Sarabi said chuckling.
Nala breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Simba who was currently stretching his paw out towards her as though examining his claws, although his eyes kept flicking to her.
The two adults began wandering towards the watering hole with their cubs in tow.
Simba felt warm, very warm. In fact he felt too warm.
He looked at Nala and began to feel considerably warmer. Nala looked at Simba and began a mental assault on her feelings.
(The speech is Nala's thoughts; the italics are what she's feeling)
"I do not have a crush on him"
Why do you feel warm?
"It's warm out today!"
And it gets warmer the closer to Simba you are
"I do not have a crush on him!"
Then why are you staring at him?
"I'm not staring at him!"
Watch out for that tree
"What tree?"
Nala collided with a large tree drawing blood from her nostrils.
"Ahh!" she yelped backing up her eyes watering.
"Nala! Are you alright?" Simba launched himself to her side.
Nala sniffed.
"I'm ok I think, does it look bad?" Nala raised her head up so that Simba could see.
"Oh, gross!" Nala looked concerned.
"What?" Simba smirked.
"I can see your brain!" Nala stifled a giggle but failed miserably. She began giggling at the stupidity of the comment.
Simba sat down smiling.
"Feel better?" he asked cheerfully.
Nala continued to giggle nodding, she rocked forwards still laughing. What she didn't realise was the proximity of Simba to her. She rocked too far forwards and her head fell against his chest. Nala daren't move, or couldn't whichever her mind allowed her to believe.
Simba's fur felt so soft and warm underneath. Nala blushed when she realised that she had never felt his soft underbelly before only his rougher fur on his back.
She heard a faint thumping sound repeating very quickly. It didn't take long for Nala to realise it was his heart. And it sounded like Simba's heart was running a marathon. Nala slowly raised her head to look at Simba's face. He looked different from this angle.
A question formed in her mind that she answered aloud.
"He's just cute from this angle is all I do not have a crush on him" Nala clapped her paw to her mouth blushing furiously.
Simba's jaw slumped open and his face became unreadable.
The two looked at each other for a second before both ran in opposite directions.
*Later on, back at Pride Rock*
Nala paced backwards and forwards worry etched on her face.
"What does it mean mom?" She asked desperately, her mother basking in the sun lazily.
"For goodness sake Nala sit down it's perfectly normal!" Nala turned angrily to face Sarabi.
"I do not have a crush on him!" Sarabi rolled her eyes and lay her head back down.
"Mom you're supposed to help me!" Nala whined worrying that she was going insane.
"I will help you, if you listen to me!" Sarabi snapped rolling over to face her daughter.
"You have to understand that what you are hearing is your heart" she explained. Nala thought hard and drew a blank.
"What do you mean my heart?" she finally asked.
Sarabi smiled.
"You're answering questions that you don't ask and nobody else asks right?" Nala nodded wondering how her mother knew.
"It's because you want to know the answers deep down. So what are the questions your being asked?" Sarabi asked patiently. Nala shuffled her paws slightly.
"Well…." She licked her lips stalling for time, when Sarabi cocked her head to one side giving her the signal that there was no time to stall for she gave in.
"Promise you won't tease?" She asked blushing.
Sarabi had inkling as to where this was going and reluctantly agreed.
"I keep wondering why I'm warm" Nala sat down at last.
Sarabi thought for a moment.
"Are you warm on the outside or the inside?" Nala thought long and hard.
"Inside I guess" she mumbled.
"What kind of warmth is it, like lying out in the sun?" Sarabi pried.
Nala shook her head no.
"No it's more like a glowy kind of warm. Like something warm and fuzzy got in to my belly"
Nala's ears pinned to her head and she looked at her mother scared.
"Mom I'm not sick am I?" Sarabi chuckled.
"Yes dear you are, your love sick" Sarabi ran her paw up her daughters back.
"Who are you trying to convince more that you don't have a crush on Simba, me or yourself?" Nala thought for a moment.
"Mom I'm scared" Sarabi raised an eyebrow.
"What ever of dear?" Nala fidgeted.
"Heartbreak" she mumbled softly.
Nala blushed.
"I heard that when a girl get s a crush on a boy they end up not liking each other any more and they get heart broken." She continued.
Sarabi stifled a laugh.
"Oh that doesn't always happen. Sometimes you meet someone who you have these feelings for and their a dear friend to you. And you'll be scared but they may just feel just as scared as you do. In fact sometimes it could just make you better friends."
Sarabi stated wisely.
"What do you mean better friends?" Nala asked curiously.
Sarabi thought.
"Who do you think my best friend is?" Nala looked incredulously at her mother.
"Auntie Sarafina isn't it?" she asked.
Sarabi smiled.
"Yes and no" Nala looked confused.
"My best friend is and always will be your father Mufasa…. But Sarafina is also my best friend" Nala looked even more puzzled.
"You see when you care about someone that much, you have a special friendship with that person."
Nala's ears perked up.
"So I could have a special friendship with Simba?" she asked with a grin.
Sarabi nodded happily.
"Now why don't you go find him he's probably worried you don't like him anymore" Sarabi finished with a teasing smirk.
Nala shot off with a whining
"Mom you promised!"
Simba stared sadly towards Pride Rock the sun setting. Sarafina noticed her son's lack of energy and decided it wasn't physically lost.
"What's wrong Simba?" Simba turned pink.
"Nala doesn't have a crush on me" Simba murmured sadly.
"Why is that upsetting you?" Sarafina asked softly.
Simba blushed.
"I hoped she did"
Sarafina understood but wanted her son to admit it for once.
"Why did you hope she did?" Simba blushed.
"Doesn't matter" he replied dully.
"Simba I know why, so you may as well say it now" Sarafina said gently but firmly.
"Ok…I erm I like her, as in you know like her like her." He mumbled staring at his feet.
Sarafina smiled.
"Then tell her" Simba looked at her as though she had lost her mind.
"But she'll think I'm weird!" He exclaimed panic stricken.
"Since when has that bothered you before? As I recall she likes you because you're her friend. She won't care if you're weird because she's your friend." Simba fought with his stomach which had currently tied itself into a nervous knot.
"Ok" Simba said simply, he stepped forwards before racing back to nuzzle his mothers side.
"I'm scared!" He admitted finally.
Sarafina shocked by the sudden affection smiled warmly.
"Everyone gets scared about their first crush Simba, its ok you'll see."
Simba trembling still made his way towards Pride Rock.
By sunset Simba and Sarafina had arrived. Immediately Simba began work locating Nala to tell her how he felt about her.
Finally after over an hour of searching Simba found her. Nala saw Simba and her jaw seemed to quiver.
"N...Nala are you ok?" Simba asked terrified that his voice sounded so effeminate.
Nala padded over to him her head bowed low.
"Simba" she said with a soft sigh that made Simba's fur stand on end.
There was an awkward silence before both Simba and Nala spoke at the same time.
(Nala) "I just wanted to –"
(Simba) "I needed to –"
The two cubs blushed in unison before Nala giggled.
"You go first Simba" she offered forgetting about her upbringing for the moment. Simba however did not.
"No you're the princess and a lady please" he offered politely. Nala smirked.
"Since when have you said I was a lady?" Nala asked curiously.
Simba blushed and started stroking his fur flat.
"Well my mom says that a gentleman should always you know be polite and treat a lady like a lady" Simba recited nervously.
"Are you grooming yourself?" Nala asked watching Simba's distracting motions.
Simba flushed awkwardly.
Nala shook it off and continued.
"Doesn't matter please Simba you go first" Simba's stomach churned.
"Well ok I erm… I used to look at you before because you were really you know pretty, and…and I was just wondering do you have you know a… a boyfriend?" Simba stammered embarrassed.
Nala's smile slipped from her face to be replaced by a look of shock.
"Oh erm well…well Simba I erm no I don't have a erm boyfriend…..err why do you ask?" Nala asked shyly.
Simba blushed and tried to fight back the triumphant roar he had to let loose.
Simba tried to speak but couldn't. His mind had frozen on him and he struggled to say the words he wanted to so desperately.
Finally the adrenaline kicked in and he burst out.
"Because I've had a crush on you for so long and I want to be your boyfriend!" Simba if it was possible turned a deeper red and was heading towards purple country very quickly.
Nala's jaw dropped before she stammered.
"Actually I was going to ask you the same question" she stated blinking. Simba blinked.
"What?" Nala repeated herself.
"I was going to ask you if you had a girlfriend and if you wanted me to be it" Again Simba sat with a blank expression on his face.
"Could you repeat that please?" he asked. Slightly annoyed at the lack of reaction, Nala said again.
"I was going to ask you to be my boyfriend anyway" Simba blinked a third time.
"Well I've heard the same thing three times, I can't be wrong all three times…." There was a moment of thought before…
"WHOOO HOOOO! YEAH! YES!" Simba launched himself into the air and started doing a victory dance whilst Nala laughed.
"Oh come on Simba I'm not that good" she winked at him. The blood rushed to Simba's face as he came closer and sat before her.
"Erm Nala?" Nala's breath seemed to escape her.
"C….can I kiss you" Simba blushed as did Nala.
"Simba I….." She looked around before deciding she didn't care.
"Yes" Nala say with a small cute smile on her face as Simba moved closer to her blushing like crazy and gently holding her paw. Finally after what seemed like an eternity Simba's lips collided with Nala's.
Now all that was left was to make it official.
Awoooooooooo! I know I'm ending the fic earlier than I wanted, but I'm desperate to write something a little different. Strike The Wolf is right there is a "De Ja Vou" feel to my fics, generally because it's the same genre. And the same writing style, I like that style you see it's a feel good thing. But at the same time, it's cramping my creativity a little and I need a slight break, but not completely ;) So next fic, is a SNL but with a twist. And I'm not telling the title it gives too much away. So until next time cheerio.