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.
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Simba's POV
Simba stared at the dark lion, his eyes wide.
Scar smirked back at him.
"Yeah but… why the hell do you want us to call you that?" Asked Shenzi, crinkling her nose. Scar padded up to them, his eyes glinting. Simba swallowed audibly, taking a feeble step away from Scar as he grinned at them.
He looked just like he remembered Scar as. Simba's heart was beating loudly, and it was beating up in his throat. Scar stopped in front of them, a twisted smile on his lips. Simba hardly dared move as Scar looked up at him, their eyes meeting. Their gaze locked, Scar stared at him with contempt, and Simba recognized it as the very same contempt he'd use years from now, when a little cub called Simba would cheerily walk up to his uncle Scar.
"Well? Are you going to answer me or not?" Repeated Shenzi, getting impatient. Scar turned away from Simba and down to the hyena, and Simba let out a quiet gasp of relief.
"It's because it describes me." Replied Scar, grinning down at the hyena.
"You mean your scar? Taka, one mark over your eye does not justify changing your name."
"It's much more than a simple mark over my eye." Sneered Scar. "It's so much more that."
"You mean…. mentally?" Whispered Simba, looking over at Scar. Scar turned and nodded.
"Exactly." He answered, his teeth bared in a hideous grin. "Let's… run over my life story, shall we?"
"You hate your brother, don't you?" Whispered Simba, breathing in slow, balanced breaths. Scar's grin widened.
"You've already guessed it! Of course I hate my idiot brother! And do you know why?"
"Because he's to be king and you're not?" Asked Simba. Scar paused, glancing at Simba.
"Actually- no, not really… but that is one of the many injustices he's perpetrated against me! First, he secured my father's favor and used it against me! He was Ahadi's favorite, from the very beginning, and never, ever did he once apologize for it!"
Simba exhaled slowly. That was true.
"And not only that, but it was that fool who later got me exiled! My cursed mother told him to leave me alone, but he's got more muscle than brain. And so he told our dearest father that I was violating one of his misbegotten laws. And then the oaf that sired my idiot brother came after me! And I, drowning in my own weakness, ran to the hyenas for help. I survived, but my blasted father did too. If I had been more cunning, and more daring with the help of the hyenas I could have killed that kingly fool on that very day! But in my sniveling weakness I dared not. In my own wretched weakness, he gave me my scar."
Simba looked up at the mark over Taka's eye. He could almost see the hatred that stemmed from the unwelcome scar, and he knew that the scar had been the beginning of the end.
"And then my mother, oh, my poor fool of a mother, she only continued to foster this weakness in me. I see now my flaws came from her, I was truly her cub! And my vulnerabilities could only grow in her care. She was an absolute idiot, if she had cared about me at all, she would have strengthened me! She would have shown me that the only way you get things done is through purpose. A purpose a lion can grab hold of, foster, and use to achieve their goal! And on top of all of that, I don't even think she chided Mufasa for getting me thrown out of my own home!"
Simba let out a short sigh, what he said….. it rung true. Taka hadn't been a strong lion, not in muscle or in resolve. But Uru had loved her son like nothing else…. Taka would have seen that. Scar….. Scar was blind to the love that only a mother could give.
"And then! Then, to wrap everything up into a nice little gift of misery, I lost my idiot mother just a few days ago. If I had been strong I would have seen it for what it was the moment the news arrived. I would have seen it as freedom from that horrible lioness! But no. No, of course I couldn't see the true gift. I was Taka, I was flawed. And of course you all saw me fall apart, you all saw me sob like a lunatic. And all because I couldn't wrap my weak little mind around the fact that I hadn't been able to say goodbye to her. And do you know who caused that? Mufasa! It seems I can't be rid of him, and his eternal pox upon my life!"
Simba gulped, he could see the way Scar's eyes hardened at every mention of Mufasa that he absolutely, completely hated him.
"But no more of that! No more of this weak little Taka, who can't even grasp that his mother is gone! No more of an ignorant little cub that refuses to acknowledge that his name means dirt! No more of the weakness that lived in every bone of his body! I'm not that stupid cub anymore."
Shenzi and Simba stared at him, holding their breath.
"I am Scar."
Simba backed away a few steps from the grinning lion.
"I am Scar, because I will never forget the injustices done to me. Like scars, my memory will not fade, it will not heal. Like scars, my resolve shall never go away, always festering as a glaring reminders of the wretched events that scarred me in the first place. The mark over my eye is my namesake, but my driving force is my very conscience, forever scarred with the fires of other lion's mistakes and hatred!"
Simba backed away even further, his gaze locked on Scar with horror. He couldn't tear his gaze away from the awful whiteness of his teeth and the sharpness of his claws… little Taka was completely gone, replaced with the evil called Scar.
Scar began to cackle with glee, and Shenzi growled up at him, unsure of what this meant. Simba watched Scar turn down to face the smaller hyena, his giggles audible even through his bared teeth.
"It happened." Simba whispered.
"It….happened." He repeated quietly, finally able to articulate what he had been thinking the whole time.
"Yes…. a shame, isn't it?" Added a solemn voice from beside Simba. Simba looked down to see Rafiki standing next to him, watching Scar cackle at Shenzi.
"Rafiki." Whispered Simba, somehow not feeling very surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"You are nearly at you journey's end Simba. I watch you all throughout these years, as you made your way throu de past. I watch how you reacted, how you made friends wit him." Rafiki gestured at Scar, who was circling a wary Shenzi with a wicked smile. Both animals seemed oblivious to Simba and Rafiki.
"Were you…. were you here the whole time?" Asked Simba, turning back to the shaman.
"No. I watch you de same way I watch dreams." He replied, his heavy accent apparent in his words. "And you learned most of what you were sent to learn."
"I…. I understand him a lot better now. I know why… he did what he did." Whispered Simba, looking down at his paws. "But…. I only watched him. I watched him as he slowly descended into…. into Scar."
"There was noting you could do for him." Rafiki shook his head.
"Was there really nothing?" Asked Simba, thinking back to the last few years he'd spent in the past. "Nothing at all? How about when he was a cub? I could gotten rid of Ahadi somehow- convinced Uru to slit Ahadi's throat as he slept. I saw Ahadi was abusing Taka, and I did nothing. Or I could have tried to put Mufasa and Taka on better terms, I knew they weren't as good of friends as they should have been! And how about when he got his scar, when all of this really started? I watched it happen, and I didn't even fight Ahadi! I could have fought, I know how to fight! Just distracted him a little bit, so Taka wouldn't have gotten his scar! I could at least tried to speak to him! I could have done anything, I could have-"
"Dere was noting you could do." Repeated Rafiki, still solemn.
"But Rafiki…. surely-"
"Dere was noting!" Said Rafiki, just slightly louder. "You were sent back only to watch, not to interfere. And even if you wanted to go back and change tings, it is impossible."
"Impossible? How so? Just send me back again, I know what to do this time."
"No. Such a radical change is impossible. Do you want to know why you did not save Taka, even when now you know what you should have done?" Asked Rafiki. Simba nodded. "It is because once a path is set, it cannot be changed. You did not act to save Taka because you could not interfere with de path. A path is permanent, and it would nevah have occurred to you to change it in de moment. Even if you went back now, you would forget dat you wanted to change it."
"Oh...I guess that's a load off my chest." Mumbled Simba. It wasn't, really. "So…. is this it? I saw what happened to Taka, how he became Scar, and I understand him better. Is my journey over? Am I going back?"
"No." Replied Rafiki. "Because his story-" he gestured at the dark lion in front of them, who was jeering at Shenzi. "Is not yet done."
"What else is there?" Asked Simba.
"Come and see." Said Rafiki, picking up his stick and touching Simba's head with it. Simba felt a wave of unconsciousness pass through him, and he collapsed.
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And the next chapter should be the last chapter.
I'm very proud of this chapter. But what do you guys think of it?