Here's a fic for any of you who are interested in such things. And it's going to be about Simba! Yeah, my first fic starring Simba. Kinda strange for me, I know. But you can't not love Simba.
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Anyways, be sure to leave a review! And enjoy the fic.
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Nala's POV
Nala walked out of the den, feeling refreshed. She was quiet, careful not to wake anybody else up, since they were still sleeping. The sun had just come up, shining its yellow light all across the savannah. It was a rather beautiful sight.
She yawned, and blinked a few times to adjust herself back to being awake. She looked around, and to her surprise saw Simba sitting on one of the ledges, staring out at the rising sun.
"Simba?" She asked, as she walked up behind him.
"Huh?" He gave a start, jumping a little bit. "Oh…. Nala. Hi." He looked a little nervous.
"Good morning Simba. Sleep well?" She asked.
"No..no, not really." He replied, looking back out at the landscape.
"Why not?" She asked, as she rubbed her shoulders against his.
"Well…." Simba rubbed his eyes tiredly… "I had a bad dream."
"A bad dream? A bad dream kept you up?" Replied Nala, cocking her eyebrow in confusion.
"Yeah… Don't ask." Said Simba, scowling. Nala decided not to press the subject. If it was bad enough that Simba couldn't sleep, he probably didn't want to talk about it.
"So then, got anything planned for today?" She said, changing the subject.
"Heh. You know Zazu does all of that." Replied Simba, cracking a small, tentative smile.
"It is his job." Said Nala, nodding.
"Yeah…. Hopefully he doesn't have a whole lot for me today. I don't really feel up for it." Said Simba, as he set his head down on his paws.
"Too tired?"
"Oh yeah. A little dizzy too…." He said, frowning.
"Dizzy! Well, what you need is to wake up. If you start doing things, and get some fresh air in your lungs, it'll help. Otherwise, you could go see Rafiki, if it persists." Suggested Nala.
"Don't worry, I'll go see Rafiki. Is anybody else up?" He asked. Nala looked back at the den.
"No, they're still sleeping. We could go hunting right now, just the two of us. I bet that would help you." Said Nala.
"Right now? Well… I guess I've got about an hour, don't I?" Simba got up, and jumped down the steps of Pride Rock. Nala smiled, and jumped down after him, keeping pace. It had been a while since she and Simba had done anything like this together, so she was in a good mood.
They reached the bottom, and they looked out at the plains.
"There's a small herd of antelope that way." Said Simba, gesturing with his paw.
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Nala's POV
"Where?" Asked Nala. "I don't see them."
"Trust me, I saw them when I was up at Pride Rock. There's only about six of them, and there's a slower old one. He'll be an easy catch." Replied Simba. He smiled, glad that Nala was out here. His mate always made him feel better, and that was something he needed right now.
He blinked, and rubbed his eyes again. He was still dizzy, but doing his best not to show it. He was simply too tired to concentrate fully. He needed sleep badly, but the events of last night had put him on edge. Nala was probably right, if he started doing things, he would wake himself up.
Exercise was what he needed, and hunting was good for that.
"Okay then… shall we race to them then?" Asked Nala, smiling.
"A race?... all right. Prepare to eat my dust." Boasted Simba.
"Oh, you're on!" Replied Nala, and got into a start position. Simba lined up next to her, and and began the countdown.
"3….2...1…. Go!" He yelled, as he took off. Nala jumped forward, and took the lead. She had always been faster than him, owing to the fact that she was much more practiced at running, but over these last three years he had made up for his rather lax childhood.
However, he couldn't speed up without losing his balance. His head hurt, and the last thing he wanted to do was fall over. He would lose the race for sure, and Nala would only get more worried about him.
He decided to take it slower.
A few minutes later, Nala skidded to a stop in front of him, next to a grove of trees. Huffing and puffing, he caught up to her.
"Ha! Slowpoke!" Bragged Nala, puffing her chest up triumphantly.
"I guess so." Replied Simba, doing his best to smile, and keep eye contact with her.
"You're just out of shape, fatty." Teased Nala.
"I am not!" Retorted Simba.
"Sure you are….. So, anyways, where's this group of antelope?" Asked Nala.
"The antelope? Oh right…. that way." Simba gestured past a grove of trees, approximating their location. Most likely, they were just over the next hill, if his luck held.
"Just over there, huh? Okay, you go through those trees, to take them by surprise, and I'll go around, to keep them in your area. If you can get a younger one, the meat will be a bit juicier." Said Nala.
"A younger one, huh? I don't know… would you settle for an old one? They're a good deal easier to catch." Suggested Simba. Truthfully, he wasn't even sure he could catch a slow old one. He was very dizzy, he just had to hide it from Nala….
"Their meat is tougher though… just catch something, will ya?" Replied Nala. She turned around, and ran around the trees, getting into her position. Simba watched her go.
The second she was out if sight, he brought his paw to his head, and grunted in pain. His head hurt, and it was only getting worse by the minute. He needed to hurry this up, and see Rafiki afterwards. Otherwise, who knew how bad it could get?
Clenching his teeth in an attempt to ignore the pain, Simba walked toward the trees, where he would take cover. Hopefully his scent wouldn't carry to the antelope, and scare them away. He just had to get through this, just a few more minutes….
Walking into the leaves and crouching low, Simba crawled through, trying not to make a sound. An early morning breeze blew through the green, ruffling the plants, making them sway from side to side ever so slightly.
He poked his head out of the other side of the grove of trees, and looked around. Not a few yards in front of him, there stood five of his quarry, grazing peacefully on the grass. Two small ones, two adults, and an old one that stood in the center of the conglomerate. If he wanted the old one, he'd have to get past the others.
Not particularly tricky, but harder then it could be.
Grimacing, Simba readied himself. It would simply have to be a quick run to the middle of the herd. He'd done it before, nothing to it. Just needed to concentrate…
okay, there most certainly was something to it.
His vision was swimming, and he was very, very dizzy. He was swaying from side to side ever so slightly, having to adjust his paws to keep himself up. Dammit! Just one catch, then off to Rafiki…
"Hey, Simba, what are you waiting for?" Asked Nala, who stood beside him.
"I'm not waiting for anything…. just, just choosing a path to the old one, that's all." Replied Simba.
"Really? You're taking your time."
"Only normal procedure." Muttered Simba, shaking his head. He needed to just do it already! If he ran straight at first, then made his way over those rocks, he'd be right there. He readied himself.
"Got it?" Asked Nala, whispering into his ear.
"Yeah… yeah, I got it." He said. Then, right on cue as they had planned, he heard Nala roar from over the next hill, startling the antelope. They wouldn't notice him this way.
"Okay Nala, I'm going ri-" Simba suddenly stopped, the word dying in his throat. He heard Nala over the next hill…. not next to him!
He whipped around, and gasped in surprise.
Nala stood behind him, grinning mischievously. As he watched, Nala began to change, her fur turning orange, her muzzle lengthening, her form becoming lanky. Right in front of Simba, stood….Scar!
"Yes…. hello Simba." He sneered, grinning broadly.
Simba's eyes widened, and he took a horrified step back, unable to make any other sound than a small choked gurgle.
"Truly, you really should hurry up, that headache of yours could cause you to start…...seeing things. And we wouldn't want that, now would we?" Chuckled Scar.
"Sca-! Sca… Scar!" Gulped Simba, standing rooted to the ground, unable to force himself to run.
"Ah, but of course. You feel what I felt before the void….. you feel fear. And you're going to drown in it!" Scar grinned, and brought his own claws up, showing them off as they glistened in the sunlight. Then, with a quick motion, Scar slashed himself, cutting his own throat.
Blood spewed out from the gruesome incision, and Scar seemed none the worse for it. He started laughing, the absence of the front of his neck hardly deterring his ability to speak.
The red blood hit the ground, splashing the front of Simba's paws. Simba couldn't move for terror. Scar walked toward him leisurely, still smiling. His green eyes seemed to bore into Simba's blue ones, and Scar raised his paw to deal a killing blow.
"Simba!" Came an angry voice from beside them.
Simba blinked.
Scar was gone.
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Nala's POV
"Simba? Come on, you missed your chance! The antelope ran away!" Yelled Nala, as she approached him. He didn't respond. "Simba! Pay attention to me when I'm berating you for something stupid you did!"
Simba turned toward her, his eyes wide.
"Nala! Oh god… you're…. You're real…. you're the real one….. tell me something only you would know!" He yelled, his fur bristling.
"What?" Asked Nala, caught off guard.
"Tell me something only you would know!" He repeated, as he backed away from her.
"Uhh….. we conceived Kopa in the jungle." Answered Nala. Simba suddenly started to breath slower.
"Not Kiara?" He asked.
"Of course not." Said Nala. Simba calmed down a bit, and approached her.
"Okay…. it's you… Nala, I'm so glad to see you." He said, thankfully.
"Well…. why, exactly?" She asked.
"I just saw…." Suddenly, Simba looked doubtful, and a little bit afraid. "I just nothing. Nothing at all. Don't look at me like that!"
"Don't look at you like what? Simba, what's wrong?" Asked Nala.
"Don't look at me like there's something strange! There's nothing strange! There's nothing wrong! Now come on, we're going back to Pride Rock." Simba scowled, and turned around to go back through the trees.
"Simba! What's wrong!" Asked Nala, growing worried.
"Nothing wrong! I'm fine!" He growled, as he walked away.
"Simba, come on, you can tell me-"
"Shut up! We're going back to Pride Rock!" He yelled.
"I…. Simba, just tell me what's wrong!"
"I said shut up! So shut up already!" Replied Simba, practically screaming.
Nala stopped walking, staring after him with incredulity.
What the hell?
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Anyways, it seems Simba's problem is getting worse. And as it gets worse, he can only grow even more terrified of Scar than he already is. Heh heh heh. Well, he'll have to talk to Rafiki soon. I guess ya'll know what's in the next chapter then.
Cya soon!