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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Simba's POV
"Run!" Squealed Taka, as he ran past Simba.
Simba… really had no idea what was going on. In more ways than one.
First off, he really had no clue as to why he was here. Why did Rafiki send him, as a cub, to see his worst enemy, who also happened to be a cub! Where was the logic in that? It didn't seem to present any sort of cure for Simba's current problem. All it did was make him feel confused.
Second off, he did not know why Taka and Sarafina were sprinting away, as fast as they could over the grass. It did not seem playful, in fact it looked as if they were fleeing something. Of course, that very well could have been part of the worst game of tag Simba had ever had the misfortune of playing.
"Come on Simba! We gotta go!" Yelled Sarafina, who stopped for a moment to turn around and yell back at the yellow cub. Simba instinctively began to follow her, but as of yet did not know what was happening.
"What's going on?" He shouted, once he caught up to them.
"Ahadi! My dad, he's near! If he see's us, I'm dead!" Replied Taka, sounding panicky. "I'm not supposed to have friends, and I think you guys count!"
"Where is he?" Panted Simba, as they climbed uo to the apex of a hill.
"To our right." Said Sarafina, flicking her ears in the intended direction.
Simba glanced over there, and saw no hint of any murderous black lion. Of course, Taka had to be exaggerating. No king of Pride Rock had ever been that cruel.
Well, no legitimate king.
In any case, there seemed to be enough reason to worry that Taka was actually worried. Simba found that enough reason to not be worried. If it hurt Taka, what did he care? This cub would only grow up to become his tormentor.
"Okay… uh… let's see….. which way?" Asked Sarafina, looking around frantically.
"Pride Rock! We gotta get back to Pride Rock!" Said Taka, his eyes wide.
"Which way is Pride Rock?" Asked Simba. He didn't see it.
"How should I know?" He squeaked.
"You came from there didn't you? Which way did you come from?" Demanded Simba.
"I…. I….." Taka spun around, scanning the hills with his desperate eyes. "I don't know!"
"This way!" Exclaimed Sarafina, taking charge. She chose a random direction and bounded after it, leaving Simba and Taka little choice but to follow. They raced after her, glancing around for any signs of Pride Rock or Ahadi, whom Taka seemed anxious to avoid.
"Right! Where are we!" Shouted Sarafina, as they reached the top of the hill. The three of them immediately scanned the area, their eyes searching for a landmark.
"I see it!" Exclaimed Taka, jabbing his paw into the air. "There's Pride Rock!"
Simba turned and gasped with relief. At least the gigantic monument he had grown used to seeing was still here, in this screwed up world of bitter enemies as cute cubs.
"Let's get there!" Replied Sarafina. The three of them took off in that direction, when Taka suddenness skidded to a stop.
"He's coming this way!" He squeaked, staring ahead. Simba looked up to see Ahadi on top of one of the other hills, directly in front of them. He was still too far off to see three cubs amongst the grass, but he and his patrol was slowly sauntering nearer.
"Uh…. back the other way?" Suggested Simba.
"No time to lose!" Replied Sarafina, bolting. Simba and Taka glanced back at the black lion, and followed her again. Back over the hill, keeping low if at all they might be spotted. They slid down the other end of the hill, and arrived at an edge.
"The border…." whispered Sarafina.
"No wonder we couldn't see Pride Rock. It was too far away. Why did we come out this far?" Wondered Taka, as he stared out at the barren landscape.
"It's your rendezvous, not mine." Snapped Sarafina.
"Well Ahadi's patrol is coming this way….. right to the border! We'll be seen if we stay here!" Said Taka, turning his head around again.
"We can hide across the border then." Suggested Sarafina.
Simba frowned.
"Sarafina….. let me enlighten you. What do you see across that border?" He asked, gesturing at the wasteland.
"Dusty grey rocks and ravines." She replied.
"Sort of. That is the Elephant Graveyard. And the Election Graveyard is very bad! Don't you see the death and decay that scatters across it!" He said, waving his paws.
Sarafina took another look, her eyes taking in the white bones and the momentous skulls. She shivered, just as Simba knew she would. Nothing good came from death, and the Graveyard was simply a physical manifestation of death. And death….
Spawned hyenas.
"We are not going in there." He said, arching his eyebrow.
"But we can hide there!" Replied Taka.
"We will be killed if we enter death's domain!" Retorted Simba, remembering all too well the one time he forayed into the bones and ravines. He was not eager to repeat the experience. And worst of all, he was a cub again, just like last time. He didn't feel like summoning bad memories.
"But we can hide there! What's to fear with some rocks?" He said.
"And bones! And hyenas!" Yelled Simba, his muzzle drawn up into a snarl.
"Hyenas? Dad keeps the hyenas away!"
"We'd be walking into their home! If that's not suicide, I don't know what is!" Retorted Simba.
"You don't know what hyenas are like." Replied Taka.
"Yes I do! I've met some! They're slobbery, mangy poachers, with the IQ of a slug, the looks of a carcass, and they focus on nothing except for food! They're greedy, stupid beasts. And they would most certainly eat us." Said Simba. Taka arched his eyebrow.
"Are hyenas really that bad?" Asked Sarafina, sitting down.
"Yeah." Simba replied, glad that she at least believed him.
Taka looked dubious. "Why would they eat us?" He asked.
"They're hungry or something. I don't know!" Said Simba, shrugging his shoulders.
"Well whether or not hyenas are all that bad, we've gotta move!" Said Taka. "Ahadi is probably coming this way!"
"So where do we go?" Pondered Sarafina. Simba frowned. What else was near here….. another location he knew and that they could hide in… maybe someplace that had friends they could confide in?
"Rafiki's tree!" Exclaimed Simba, breaking into a grin.
"Whose tree?" Asked Sarafina, confused. Taka quickly answered her.
"Rafiki's! You know, the shaman's!" He said. "I've been there lots of times, it isn't far from here!"
"Right. Now come on! Before-" Simba was cut off by Taka's muffled cry. Ahadi was on top of the hill they had come from, but he wasn't facing them. He had turned around, waiting for the lionesses to catch up. Taka immediately bolted for the nearest rock, Simba and Sarafina impulsively following him.
Taka jumped underneath the rock, squirming into the trench beside the boulder. Simba and Sarafina jumped in beside him, doing their best to squeeze into the space, and stay quiet.
A few minutes later, Ahadi walked by.
They were next to the border, after all. Ahadi was leading some sort of evening patrol, and it seemed he didn't especially enjoy it. Both he and the lionesses seemed bored, stalking through the grass with vigilant yet withdrawn expressions. It was not a very efficient enterprise.
But the manner of patrolling did not especially matter to Simba. What had his attention was the king. Ahadi was a very large lion, bigger even than his father Mufasa had been! His long black mane was as dark as Scar's head been, and his brooding face was a mix of Scar's bored expression and Mufasa's brutish face. He had certainly sired the two brothers.
The king was a very impressive sight. But next to Simba, Taka was quivering, his eyes closed and his ears covered with his paws. Taka was definitely afraid of his father. But the question was, what for? What punishment was waiting to be administered that he did not know about?
Ahadi and his patrol walked by the rock, tracing the border. The three of them were tense, praying they did not bother to sniff the air for scents. None of the lions did.
They walked away.
"Holy crap….. that was…. that was way….. way too close." Panted Taka, sweat gleaming on his fur and his eyes still wide from fear. They squirmed out of the trench, the coast now clear.
"I guess it was." Said Simba, staring after the departed lions.
"He almost had us!" Exclaimed Sarafina, breathing in and out.
"Way too close." Repeated Taka, as he felt himself, as if trying to ascertain he was still alive.
"So what exactly are you afraid he'll do?" Asked Simba, shaking off the fear he had experienced just a moment ago.
"Honestly? I have no idea." Replied Taka. "But I shudder to think of the possibilities."
Simba frowned. Maybe Taka had been exaggerating things all along. Maybe his father wasn't as mean as he made him out to be, and was simply a strict disciplinarian.
"Are we still going to Rafiki's tree?" Asked Sarafina.
"Yeah…. yeah we're still going there. In fact, let's go right now, in case he turns around." Replied Taka, as he trotted off into the grass.
No one was home.
They were in Rafiki's magnificent tree, having scrabbled up the bark with their claws dug in every step of the way. The trunk of the tree was huge, offering many notches into which their small paws could hang onto.
When they reached the center, they looked around, but the Shaman was nowhere to be seen.
"Ya know, he's got a lotta stuff in some of these coves." Said Taka, as he pulled aside some leaves to reveal jars of multicolored liquids in them. Simba couldn't make heads or tails of what it was used for, but when Sarafina dipped her paw into the pink, her paw came out pink.
"This is such a strange color. I've never really seen it before." Said Sarafina, examining her paw with the dripping substance on it.
"I think it's called pink." Replied Simba, examining in.
"Well, I think it's more of a male color. How about you take blue instead?" Suggested Taka.
"Sure. I like blue." Replied Sarafina, wiping her paw on the ground.
As Sarafina and Taka discussed colors, Simba wandered off. Rafiki's tree really was extensive, he had never had a chance to explore it before. He jumped from branch to branch, checking out every nook and cranny that could be checked.
He climbed through some leaves, and suddenly found himself in a very familiar cove.
Simba saw two very familiar paintings, one of his father Mufasa and one of the orange cub. He padded up to the paintings, and set his paw back on the orange cub. This time, nothing happened.
At this point, Simba was rather sure of who the orange cub was. There were no claw marks over it, and Mufasa's had no mane yet. Simba supposed neither had grown up enough for manes.
But if the orange cub was supposed to be Taka, and Taka was Scar, why didn't it have a mane as a sign of growing up?
As Simba stared at the painting, he had a sneaking suspicion he would stay in the past until he found out what exactly the reason was.
Which was just….. great.
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