CHAPTER 2. LITTLE BROS
The hot pasta sauce bubbled in the pot as Scar watched it. He stared at it blankly then decided it could do with some more garlic. He reached into his pantry and produced a clove. He placed it on his cutting board. He put the knife in position to chop then hesitated. The radio had changed again. "We interrupt this song for a special announcement, King Mufasa's son has just been presented to a crowd of over 100,000 people, this new prince, named 'Simba'..." Scar turned off the radio before he could hear any more. He was sick of hearing about how 'Great' a king Mufasa was and how glorious his future was going to be. He was always the preferred one, and he was fed up with hearing about it. Even their own parents seemed to favor him more. And Scar hated them for that; he hated Mufasa for that as well. He was still second in line to the throne, but now that the King had a son, there was no way he was ever going to get the respect he desired so badly.
His iPhone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and found that the call was from Mufasa. He was probably calling about how he didn't go to the presentation this morning. He pressed the 'Decline Call' button and pocketed the phone. He then turned his attention back to his sauce and picked up the garlic he was about to chop. "Life's not fair is it?" He talked to the garlic as if it were an animate object. " You see I shall never be King, and you shall never see the light of another day." He positioned the knife above the garlic. "Didn't your mother ever teach you not to play with your food?" Zazu stood at his kitchen window, which he left open. "What do you want?" Scar asked rolling his eyes. "I thought I'd drop by and tell you that King Mufasa's on his way, so I presume you thought of a good excuse for missing the presentation this morning." He hated Zazu, how he kissed Mufasa's ass all the time and his pedantic attitude. "Not happy is he?" Scar asked sarcastically. "He's as pissed of as a panther with a prick in it's ass" Zazu exclaimed. "Ooo, I quiver with fear!" Scar's sarcasm was starting to get to Zazu. "You should." He whispered to Scar threateningly. That's it! Scar thought.
He grabbed Zazu by the throat and started to squeeze. "SCAR!" He turned around in surprise. Mufasa stood at the kitchen doorway, arms folded and had a very stern expression on his face. "Drop him." Scar released Zazu and pulled his arm back through the window. "First of all you shouldn't leave your house unlocked like that, secondly I don't want to see you touch Zazu like that again, and lastly why weren't you at the presentation this morning? You didn't answer any of my calls" Scar played dumb. "Was that today? Oh shit I'm sorry did I miss it?, slipped my mind I guess." "Well as slippery as your mind is, you're the King's brother and should've been first in line to congratulate him." He slammed the kitchen window shut so he wouldn't have to hear any more from Zazu. He then turned to Mufasa. "I was 'first in line', until you little maggot was born." Scar told Mufasa in an aggressive tone. "That 'maggot' is my son, and your future king."
"Well then I shall practice my courtesy." Scar turned off his stove and began to leave the kitchen. Mufasa grabbed his arm; "Don't turn your back on me Scar!" Mufasa ordered him. Scar pulled his hand off of his arm and continued to walk. "Perhaps you shouldn't turn your back on me." Mufasa grabbed his arm again and turned him so that Scar would face him. "Was that a threat?" Mufasa growled at him. " Temper, temper, I wouldn't dream of threatening you." Scar said anxiously. He was dying to get out of the kitchen and Mufasa's presence. He heard Zazu come through the front door. "Shame, I wonder why not?" Zazu said sarcastically. Scar turned his attention towards him. "Well as far as brains go I got a man's share, but when it comes to brutal strength..." Scar paused a second. "I'm afraid I'm at the shallow end of the gene pool." Scar started walking to his room. Mufasa turned to Zazu as he pulled his car keys out of his pocket. "Let's go." he said as he walked towards Scar's front door. "There's one in every family sir, and they always manage to ruin special occasions." Zazu reassured Mufasa while he buckled in his seat belt. Mufasa started the Range Rover's engine. " I wish I could trust him like I used to, he was a good man back then." He pulled out of Scar's driveway and drove onto the main road, where there was his police escort and a quite a few paparazzi waiting. The police's motorbikes pulled up next each side of his car and they made their way back to Pride palace as a thunderstorm started.