AN: Lets see if I can bring my style of stories to one of the worlds of Disney.

Disclaimer: If I owned….heh heh….but I don't. So don't sue my ass. If you have a problem be snarky and have them take down the story.

Kovu looked at his wife in fear seeing her struggle. He wanted to do something, but he knew he couldn't. Rafiki and some lionesses tried to help her along, but it was of no use. She was dying. He looked away at the cave wall, not wanting to witness anything more. Kovu closed his eyes trying not to cry…it was no use. A pained roar erupted from his wife and all was silent except for a small, frail cry.

The entire pride gathered around the body being laid to rest in the savannah grass. The wind was blowing softly. As was customary before Rafiki let the spirit free, the mate was to say something.

Kovu started, "Kiara….I loved her so much. I valued every minute I had with her. She taught me so much about life…about everything. I feel almost like I'm in debt to her. I may not have been ideal but I loved her."

With his final words, Rafiki placed powder on her heart and let the Kings of old take her spirit.

A mournful cry echoed in the dry savannah.

~several months later~

Kovu awoke to his son's racket. He got up slowly, not wanting to face the day. He just wanted to lie down and fade away. Kovu walked outside to see his son, Katil, trying to scare a small lizard. Kovu approached Katil thinking of various things to say to his dear son.

"Hey dad!" Katil said with energy. "I though you never would get up! Can we go somewhere in the Pridelands today? Please?"

A grimace went over Kovu's face at the suggestion. "…Katil. I would rather not."

Katil looked hurt from his father's words. "But why not?" he pleaded.

"Because," Kovu said as he started to walk away, "you remind me too much of my love you killed."

AN: So what do you think? This is my first entry in awhile so it may be a bit rusty. I'm debating on if I should keep this a one-shot or add to it. I have several ideas of where this could go. Of course if no one likes it then why write more? So the only way I can know is your feedback (I'm open to your ideas of where I should take this too.) So yeah, let me know!

Oh right and Katil is pronounced Kah-teel. (It's a small change to a rather fitting Swahili word)