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.
Also, if anybody thinks they have a good idea for a tlk fanfic, be sure to PM the idea, and if I like it, I'll put it on my 'to do' list, and eventually, I'll write it! And if you're just a guest, leave a review on any one of my stories with the idea.
Anyways, be sure to leave a review! And enjoy the fic.
Also, to whom it may concern, this chapter is one week after the events the last chapter.
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Kiara's POV
Kiara exited the den, yawning. It was not a beautiful day out, it was overcast, and clouds crowded the sky. It was a gray, dreary day. Not exactly what someone wanted to wake up to.
"Hey, Kiara!" Kiara turned around to see Kovu, coming out after her.
"Yeah?" She replied, stopping.
"Well…. good morning, for a start." He said, sidling up next to her. She smiled.
"Good morning." She replied.
"Sleep well?" He asked.
"Did I sleep well? Of course, I slept fine." She replied.
"Really? You had it better than me then. Last night, Simba kicked me in the gut, and that woke me right up. I thought maybe he was mad at me again, but he was still asleep. I think he was having another one of his bad dreams." Said Kovu, lowering his voice for the last bit.
"Again? That's the third time this week…. he's getting really grouchy too." Kiara frowned. Lately, Simba had been acting paranoid and angry. Nearly every night, he had some sort of Nightmare, waking him up. And every night, he lost more sleep by refusing to go back to sleep.
The lack of sleep was making him angry, and every once in awhile, Kiara would hear him yell about something, and when she went to go see what was wrong, he pretended like nothing had happened. It was almost like her dad was imagining things.
It was very strange. And worrying too.
"Yeah. I wonder what's wrong with him. It's rather unusual." Said Kovu.
"Hey Kovu! Kiara!" Called Nala, as she walked up to them.
"Hey mom." Replied Kiara cheerfully. Kovu nodded.
"Yeah, umm… listen, I don't want you guys talking about that right now." Said Nala, grimacing.
"Why not?" Asked Kovu, raising an eyebrow.
"It's just…. There's something wrong with Simba. And he needs help, but he refuses to accept it. It's not a good idea to talk about it though. He needs things as normal as possible, I think." Explained Nala. Kiara looked at Kovu.
"So can we talk about it if he's not around?" Asked Kiara.
"No. just act normal, that'll help." Replied Nala.
Then, Kiara noticed something on her mom's shoulder.
"Mom? Are you bleeding?" Asked Kiara, worriedly.
"No!" Replied Nala, perhaps a little too quickly.
"Yes you are, there's blood on your shoulder!" Exclaimed Kiara.
Nala coughed into her paw.
"Uh… Nala…. how exactly did you get hurt?" Asked Kovu. Nala sighed, looking annoyed.
"It was Simba." She conceded.
"What! Dad? Why'd he do that?" Exclaimed Kiara, caught off guard. What the heck?
"It was my fault." Explained Nala. "I….. surprised him, I approached him from behind without warning. And he got…. scared, and slashed out. And he caught me on my shoulder. It's no trouble at all really." She assured them, seeing their shocked expressions.
"No trouble at all? But he'd normally never do this!" Said Kovu.
"I said it was no trouble, so don't overreact." Growled Nala, souring.
"We're not overreacting! What if the wound is serious?" Said Kiara.
"It's not. I can manage just fine until it heals of its own accord." Replied Nala.
"But mom-"
"Listen Kiara! I'm all right, okay? Said Nala, looking her in the eye.
"Well…. all right." Grumbled Kiara.
"There. That's settled. Now come on you two, we're going to go talk to him." Nala looked strict, as if she was challenging them to defy her. Kiara and Kovu only nodded. Nala then turned around, and hopped down the steps to the side of Pride Rock.
Kiara grimaced, and looked at Kovu.
"Yeah, I guess we'd better go." Said Kovu. They jumped after Nala, sliding down the gigantic stones that made up their home. Reaching the ground, Nala lead the way, going around the back end of Pride Rock.
They scrabbled over a few small ravines, just little holes that dotted the edges of Pride Rock.
"Hey mom? Where exactly is dad?" Asked Kiara.
"He's hunting. Or at least, he was. I told him to wait where he was. Which is just over there." Nala flicked her ears ahead, and Kiara looked to where she gestured. She saw her dad lying down next to a rock, swishing his tail back and forth.
"Dad!" She called, as they approached him. He turned around, an eyebrow raised.
"Oh. Hey guys." He said, as he got up, and approached them. His mane shone bright red in the sunlight.
"Hi dad!" She said, sitting down.
"Yeah….. hi. So, what's up?" He asked.
"Well.. we just came to check on you!" Replied Kiara smiling.
Simba immediately scowled.
"I'm fine." He turned to Nala, "Nala, I told you I'm fine!"
Nala looked at Kiara murderously. Kiara could only smile ashamedly back, she had forgotten she wasn't supposed to mention Simba's affliction.
"Simba, you're not fine. What if you just talked to us! Tell us what exactly is wrong, we could help you!" Begged Nala.
"Nala. I am fine. Trust me, I'm your mate!" Then, he turned to Kiara, "your dad" he turned to Kovu, "and your King! Listen to what I have to say! And I say I'm okay." He cocked an eyebrow, waiting for them to challenge him. Kovu took a deep, hesitant breath.
"Well… your majesty….. uhhh…. I'm not saying that I'm… well….. erm….. what I am saying is that…. uhh….. maybe you should.. er… consider what Nala is saying?"
"Very carefully put." Whispered Kiara slyly, so that only her mate could hear.
"Kovu. I'm not going to reprimand you, but you can believe me when I say I'm fine." Simba then turned around, his back to them.
"Simba please! You won't get better if you only ignore the problem!" Pleaded Nala.
"It's not a problem!" Replied Simba.
"Well, it clearly is! You're acting strange!"
"I am not acting strange!"
"Yes you are! If you're not acting strange, then explain to me what's on my shoulder!" Said Nala.
"That was just an accident! They happen." Said Simba, nearly growling.
"We can make it so it won't happen again!" Begged Nala.
"It isn't going to happen again! I can control myself! Listen! It's just a cubhood fear, that's coming back. Just a quick little phase. It's going to pass soon, just give me a few days. There's nothing wrong with me!" Growled Simba.
"Simba, will you just listen to me!" Yelled Nala. Simba whipped around, his muzzle in a snarl.
"I am!-" then, Simba stopped talking. He stared at Kovu in horror, his eyes wide.
He didn't move.
"Daddy?"
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Simba's POV
Simba couldn't move.
He stood rooted to the spot.
But Scar was not restricted in any fashion.
"Simba! What a pleasure to see you again!" He exclaimed, an evil grin on the black lion's muzzle.
"Wha-... what are you doing here!" Asked Simba, his voice shaking. He looked around for Nala, his daughter, and Kovu, but it was as if they had suddenly disappeared. They were nowhere to be seen.
Where had his family gone?
"What am I doing here? Tut tut Simba, you're always the one with a simplest questions. And the easiest ones to answer. However, I don't suppose I want to answer that, I'd prefer to see you squirm." Growled Scar, his green alight with glee.
"Well…. why not?" Asked Simba.
"Oh… oh come on! I just said I wanted to see you squirm! Really Simba, pay attention now." Jeered Scar.
"Well…. I don't care what you want." Retorted Simba. "What you want is irrelevant."
"I shouldn't think so." Replied Scar, examining his claws.
"I said it doesn't matter what you want! Leave!" Ordered Simba, struggling to move his paws.
"Well, if you must be so drawl…. why don't I myself start asking questions?" Wondered Scar, his actions dramatic.
"Oh yeah? Like what questions!" Demanded Simba.
"Well, I don't know about you, but I'd hate to have a whole conversation go to waste. So let's spice things up shall we? I said I had some questions, so how about I ask them? Let's see, first off, why are you so rude!" Scar smirked, looking smug as he stood in front of Simba. Simba growled, rueing that his paws were stuck, otherwise, he'd claw the grin right off of Scar's face.
"I'm not rude. But you wouldn't deserve anything less!" Retorted Simba, glaring at his opponent.
"Well, we've answered why you're so rude. It seems that…. you don't like me!" Scar emphasized his expression of mock surprise, grinning as he did so.
"Of course I don't like you bastard! You tried to kill me, and you killed my dad!" Yelled Simba, getting angry.
"Well, that goes to the heart of the matter, doesn't it? But, if it's any consolation…. I don't like you either." Replied Scar.
"Why! Just because I got to be king legitimately, and you didn't?" Asked Simba.
"Well that's exactly it. Although legitimacy does not mean fairness by any means. So…. I disposed of your father. And I very nearly disposed of you too, really, you were just lucky. But let's not talk about my brilliant failed exploits." Scar had his paw on his chest, and had puffed it up. He was rather dramatic.
"Huh! And what do you want to talk about then?!" Replied Simba.
"Well, let's talk about you. You can't move your paws, can you?" Asked Scar, an eyebrow cocked smugly.
"Well…. no." Replied Simba.
"And, might I ask why not?" Said Scar, his teeth showing.
"I don't know." Said Simba.
"You don't know? Well, I'm astonished!" Scar again had a look of mock surprise on his muzzle.
"I'm sure it's your doing." Growled Simba, scowling.
"My dear Simba, you can hardly blame such a thing on me. Really, it's your fault." Replied the black lion, rather matter of factly.
"My fault!?" Exclaimed Simba.
"Oh yes, your fault. This is, after all… what some might call 'your party.'" Scar turned around, and walked a few paces away from Simba.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Demanded Simba.
"Well, I should think it's obvious. If it's not my fault that you're stuck, then it's yours." Scar turned back to smile wickedly at Simba.
"That…. that doesn't make any sense." Growled Simba.
"But it does! Have you really tried to break free? Have you really, truly tried to move from that spot?" Jeered Scar.
"Of course I have!" Retorted Simba.
"Right. Of course you have." Replied Scar sarcastically. "Well then, shall we discuss something else? How about…. your dear old dad?" Said Scar, his green eyes glinting.
"Don't talk about Mufasa! He was a much better lion than you!" Roared Simba, snarling.
"Was he a better lion? Well, it hardly matters now, and do you know why? Cause he's dead!" Said Scar, celebrating his last sentence.
"He'd still be here if it wasn't for you…." Growled Simba, getting angry.
"Exactly! I was the one that killed him! I was there to see the fear in his eyes, the realization that, I, his own brother, had betrayed him! And boy, was it a wonderful feeling, to see that!" Bragged Scar. Simba could feel his blood boil.
"You're a murderer!" He growled.
"Well of course I am Simba! I am and I enjoy it! Killing your father…. was the best thing I ever did!" Exclaimed Scar, grinning.
"Take that back!" Roared Simba.
"Why should I? You're stuck there, what are you going to do to make me! I can sit here all day and insult the garbage that was my brother! I hated him ever since we were born, and I hate him now! The difference is…. he's dead!" Said Scar gleefully.
Simba struggled, snarling. His muscles rippled as he strained against whatever it was that kept him in place. He was going to teach Scar a lesson, he was going to beat the old lion into the ground!
With a roar, Simba burst free, leaping at Scar. Scar didn't even move, or flinch. He only grinned as Simba descended upon him.
With a thud, he slammed into the orange lion, taking him down. Simba snarled, and unsheathed his claws. Scar didn't resist, but kept smiling wickedly, his green eyes glinting in the sunlight.
Then Simba clawed Scar on the face, blood spilling forth from his muzzle. Scar looked up at Simba.
"Gotcha…" he whispered triumphantly. Then, the orange lion melted away to be replaced by Kovu, who was lying on the ground with a bloody paw clutching his face.
Simba's eye's widened in horror, and he stepped off the black lion. Kovu groaned, red liquid dripping from his muzzle. Nala and Kiara looked at Simba with fear in their eyes, horrified at what Simba had done. Then, a snide voice whispered into Simba's ear.
"One more thing. If this really is 'your party' then why am I here?" Whispered Scar.
Then, the presence disappeared.
Simba looked down at his his claws, covered in real, red blood.
What was wrong with him?
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And there is another chapter. Sorry it took a week to write, but well, school is tricky. In any case, Simba is getting worse and worse, he'll have to get help soon. Well, leave a review if you liked it, and I'll cya soon!