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.

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Simba's POV

Simba stared Taka, who did nothing other than smile back at him.

Mufasa….

Taka…. WAS Mufasa's brother!

And the only brother he ever knew his father had ever had was Scar.

Scar….

Scar, not Taka.

Scar, not Taka!

"Simba? Is something wrong?" Asked Sarafina. Both she and Taka were looking at him confusedly. Simba shut his slack jawed expression, but could not his close his wide, worried eyes. He tried to look normal.

"There's nothing wrong." He said, shaking his head slowly.

"You sure?" Asked Taka, grinning. Simba stared at Taka.

"...yes…"

…

"Okay! So what do you guys want to play?" Asked Taka, resuming his conversation.

"How about tag?" Suggested Sarafina. She was still looking at Simba, perhaps a bit suspiciously. Simba looked her in the eyes, and blinked. Then he turned his gaze back to the orange cub.

"Tag sounds nice. How do you play it?" Said Taka, asking Sarafina.

"Wait, you don't know how to play tag?" Exclaimed Sarafina. The sudden surprise on her face caused her to look at Taka, with a bit of indignation.

"Nope! I've never heard of it." Replied Taka.

"Well buddy, I've got some explaining to do. You see, here's how it works…."

Their conversation began to broil over the many, multifaceted rules of the most simple game in the world. Simba wasn't listening. He couldn't concentrate.

Taka had the same green eyes.

The same green eyes that had looked Simba in the eye and lied to him. The same green eyes that had bidden him to explore the forbidden. The same green eyes that had told him to stay put, at that rock. The same green eyes that had been his first place to look for comfort. The same green eyes that had told him it was all his fault. The same green eyes that had told him to to run away, and never return!

Oh….. god…

This…. this was Scar.

Scar!

But… but… this couldn't be Scar, this was Taka. This was Taka. Taka was a happy cub who liked to play and make friends and explore and run around and talk and have fun! Taka couldn't be the maniac that was Scar, Scar was evil, through and through!

This….. this…. this just couldn't be Scar!

No one is born evil…..

What if this was Scar, and he had simply not become the evil, brooding lion yet? What if he was witnessing the lion that would one day become the wickedness that would kill his father? The one that would destroy the Pridelands with his iron grip and army of gluttonous, evil hyenas?

"Hey Simba!" Called Taka, shaking Simba out of his fearful reverie. Simba braced himself, and looked back at Taka.

"Y-yes…?" He stuttered, unable to look Taka in the eyes.

"Are you ready to play?!" Asked Taka, as he jumped toward Simba.

"Yipe!" Exclaimed Simba, jumping back away from the orange cub. Taka frowned.

"Uh…. what's wrong? I didn't mean to scare you." He said.

"Nothing's wrong! Nothing at all!" Replied Simba, his voice an octave higher than normal.

"You're suddenly acting strange." Said Taka, as he eyed Simba, confusion in his eyes.

"There's nothing wrong! Let's just, uh…. Play tag!" Suggested Simba, hoping that Taka would stop looking at him with his green eyes…..

"Tag? Yeah! Let's do that!" Exclaimed Taka, as he turned around to Sarafina. "You'll be it Sarafina! Me and Simba will run!"

"Got it." Replied Sarafina, as she picked at her teeth with her claws confidently.

"Okay, three….. two… one….. go!" Shouted Taka. He ran by Simba, bounding across the grass. Simba watched him go, his heart hammering in his chest. He tried to calm himself down.

Then, he got tackled.

"What's wrong dummy? You're supposed to run away when you play tag!" Said Sarafina, as she stood on top of Simba.

"Get off me!" Said Simba, as he pushed Sarafina off.

"Geez, you need to play the game right buddy." Said Sarafina, as she fell off. "Now anyways…" she dusted herself off. "You're it!" She ran off after Taka, leaving Simba to stare at them.

Uh…. was he supposed to chase them?

Um…..

Crap.

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Taka's POV

Taka bounded over the grass, digging his claws into the dirt for increased traction. He had a massive grin on his face, as he glanced back where Sarafina had already pounced on Simba.

He couldn't beleive this was actually happening!

He had….. friends!

Actual friends!

His jubilation felt as if it would burst out of his chest, as this one, singular fact lodged into his mind. He had never had friends before, not once. His only playmate had been his brother,

Taka liked his brother. His brother was nice, and the two of them had played together some nights. The main problem with him and muffy was their father, Ahadi. Muffy was Ahadi's favorite. And that was their issue.

As Ahadi did not like that Taka might have friends, Ahadi also did not like that Taka speak to his hallowed brother. Therefore, the only time Taka could play with Mufasa was after Ahadi was asleep.

And they did play and talk together. Taka knew Mufasa's thoughts and fears, and Mufasa knew Taka's thoughts and fears. They spent long nights sitting next to each other, talking about the events of the day.

Mufasa was always either playing with the other cubs, or attending royal lessons. Taka was always left alone with no one but his mother and the other lionesses. But the lionesses usually did nothing but sit around and talk, or go hunting. They weren't much fun at all.

So his mother Uru encouraged him to explore. Every day, Taka would head out, and look around the Pridelands. The watering hole was usually avoided, as Ahadi sometime showed up.

He hated being around his father.

And his father hated being around him. His father hated him, and Taka didn't even know why.

But in any case, today was the day that Taka had made a friend! No, two friends!

"Hey Taka! Wait up, we need to make a plan." Said Sarafina, as she trotted up next to him.

Taka skidded to a stop. "What is it?" He asked eagerly.

"We've gotta hide, before this Simba fellow catches up to us. Also, I didn't want to say this in front of him, but doesn't Simba just sound like the worst name? Really! Simba. Just…. yech." Sarafina pulled a face.

"Oh, I didn't think it was a bad name." Replied Taka, cocking his eyebrow.

"Yeah, well I just think its a bit weird sounding. He should change it, really. Maybe just a letter, or something. Like, Rimba. Or Mimba. Or maybe…. oh I know, Kimba! Kimba sounds a lot better than Simba. Maybe I'll tell him later. Anyhow, we've got a plan to formulate. You with me?" Sarafina looked mischievous.

"Yup! I'm with you!" Replied Taka, hoping to make a good impression.

"All right, good. Now then, how about we duck down in the grass? He'd never find us if we duck down into the grass. It's certainly tall enough."

"Yeah, I think so." Said Taka.

"Sweet. Now hurry! He's coming this way." Sarafina put her paw on top of Taka's head, and pushed it down. The two of them stayed still, nullifying their breathing as Sarafina strained her ears to listen for Simba.

Taka heard shuffling in the grass, undoubtedly Simba. They crouched even lower.

A few seconds passed.

"Aagh!" Cried Simba, as he stumbled onto them. Taka and Sarafina stood up, taken by surprise at the scream of fear. Simba had jumped back, and was breathing hard with his eyes wide.

They stared at him, completely confused.

"F-f-f-found you guys." He stuttered.

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"You are a very weird cub." Said Sarafina, after a few moments of silence.

"Uh, sure!" Replied Simba, as he stared at Taka. Taka had no clue what Simba was doing.

"In any case, you gotta tag us first!" Exclaimed Sarafina, as she turned around and ran off into the grass, disappearing after a few minutes.

Taka turned back to Simba.

"Is something wrong?" He asked. Simba stared at him for a few more seconds, then shook his head from side to side vigorously.

"No, no, nothing's wrong." He replied. Simba raised his paw, and swatted himself with it.

"It doesn't look like nothing's wrong." Said Taka, feeling a bit concerned.

"You can…. trust me." Replied Simba.

"Why did you say trust strangely?" Asked Taka.

"... no reason." Replied Simba, is eyebrow arched.

"There's obviously a reason." Asserted Taka.

"No reason at all." Said Simba.

"Right….. well maybe you can tell me later, how about that?" Asked Taka.

"Sure." Said Simba, rather quickly. He seemed eager to end the conversation.

"Okay then." Taka then jumped away, and followed Sarafina. Simba had abruptly changed his demeanor since they had first talked, and it was starting to bother Taka. Maybe Simba was just one of those strange cubs, who had a strange personality. Who knew?

Anyhow, he had to catch up to Sarafina. They would regroup together.

He bounded over the next hill and looked around. A breeze blew across the grass. What a nice day. As his gaze swept the area, he spotted a few figures a few hills away from them, slowly making their way toward him. He squinted trying to make out who it was.

A few lionesses, for whatever reason. And behind them…

Taka nearly choked in surprise.

Ahadi!

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And our villain makes his first appearance. And his ghastliness will know no bounds.

But hey, I gotta have somebody crushing Taka's spirit!