Hello everyone! Here's another fanfic, and this one will focus… You guessed it, Scar. I'm not sure how long this is going to be, but I'm aiming for about ten or fifteen chapters. Depending on how it develops, it could be a lot longer. But don't bet on it. And when you see: ()()()()()()()()()() it means the POV is changing. But that won't happen to often in this particular story.

This story is where I introduce another character, and it's an OC. Her name is Nafasi, and she's supposed to be a really small orange lioness. Her name means 'chance' in Swahili. At least according to google translate. You really can't trust it one hundred percent. So I could be wrong. And also, Nafasi's mother's name, Mwanga, means 'light'. Also google translate.

Anyhow, on with the fanfic!

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Nafasi's POV

Nafasi leaped out from her hiding spot, and ran for the wild boar that stood in front of her, still munching grass obliviously. Before it could even utter a squeal, Nafasi was on top of it and ripped its throat out quickly and efficiently. The boar fell on its side, bleeding profusely from its neck.

It was quite dead.

"Well done I suppose." Said Scar, as he came up from beside her, emerging from his hiding spot in the leaves. Nafasi turned to look at him, and gave a little gasp.

"Hey!... You're smiling!" She accused playfully.

"Oh…. Was I?" He asked, resuming his frown.

"Well, I saw it, you can't pretend you weren't doing it." Preened Nafasi triumphantly.

"Oh well." Muttered Scar, but not angrily. Nafasi grinned, pleased to have caught him in the act. She looked back down at the carcass, and suddenly, she felt rather thirsty.

"Hey, watch this carcass will you? I'm going to run back to the river and get a drink." Asked Nafasi, as she turned to leave.

"All right. Be back soon." Called Scar from behind her, as she made her way back to the river. She trotted through the foliage, still smiling. She was also proud of the catch she had just made. Wild boar were always tough to take down, she had gotten lucky she had been able to sneak up on it.

Luck…. Or perhaps just skill, as she preferred to think of it. As she smirked at the prideful thought, she emerged from the forest and onto the riverbank. She marched down the sand and to the water, and then leaned over to get herself a drink. As she lapped up the clear liquid, she could feel her thirst disappear.

What a nice day.

"Hey there!" Came a voice from behind her. Nafasi whipped back around, and found herself looking at another lion. It certainly wasn't Scar, but it was a male. It had a brilliant red mane around its neck, and yellowish fur. It looked rather well fed.

"Who… Who are you?" She asked. Of course, she had never seen this lion before in her life. She wondered if it was friendly.

"Who am I?" Said the red lion. "My name is Mabaya. But who are you? I've never seen you before.".

"I'm…. Uh, my name is Nafasi." She answered. Mabaya simply looked at her, as if trying to recognize her.

"Nafasi you say? Well, pleased to meet you Nafasi. Are you from around here?" Inquired the red lion.

"I am. My den is right over there." Replied Nafasi, as she pointed at the cave that sat on the edge of the sand.

"And where are your parents?" Asked Mabaya.

"My parents….? I don't have any, I live alone." Nafasi replied.

"You don't? But you're only a cub!" Exclaimed Mabaya, in mild surprise.

"I'm not a cub, I'm sixteen seasons old. I'm just a smaller lion than normal." Said Nafasi, trying not to act miffed. She supposed she should expect that sort of reaction though, after all, she was hardly larger than an adolescent.

"You're sixteen seasons? Wow, you certainly don't lookit." Said Mabaya.

"Yeah well, I suppose I've gotten used to it." Said Nafasi. "But anyways, where do you come from?" She asked. She wanted to know where this random lion had come from, and why it had shown up now.

"Me? I just came from downriver. I'm a rouge, and I'm just heading wherever I feel like going." He responded, a bit pompously.

"That doesn't sound particularly safe." Said Nafasi.

"Huh! It might not be safe for your fragile little form, but it's fine for one such as I." Boasted Mabaya. "But anyways, enough about me. So you say you don't have parents? Have you got any brothers? Sisters? Cousins?"

"No. No family." She affirmed. Mabaya was looking at her strangely, grinning. What a weird lion. Perhaps that came from being a rogue.

"I see…. That's…. Interesting." Said Mabaya. Then, he took a step toward her, and sniffed her scent. He seemed to breath it in with fervor, smiling.

"So… Anything I can do for you?" Asked Nafasi, as she took a step back, away from Mabaya. Mabaya seemed to come to, and he looked back at Nafasi.

"Anything you could do for me?" He asked, his grin spreading out across his face.

"Yeah…. Like food, or shelter." Responded Nafasi. Surely, that's all a lion would need after days of travel?

"Oh, no need to worry yourself over that, I don't need either of those things at this moment." He assured her. He stepped toward her, smiling warmly. However, Nafasi somehow didn't feel reassured by him. Something seemed off with how he was acting…

"So then…. What do you need?" Replied Nafasi, perplexed.

"Well my dear….. When you live like me, you can spend days by yourself, without any company of any kind…. You see Nafasi, it has been a rather long time since I've seen a lioness… A very long time." Explained the red lion.

"So….. You need what? Conversation? A hunting partner?" Asked Nafasi, as she wondered what Mabaya was getting at.

"Oh… you are so innocent, dear Nafasi. And at sixteen seasons too! No, I don't particularly want or need those either. I just need you." With those words, Mabaya stepped in front of her, his huge form towering above Nafasi. She stared up at him, trepidation suddenly filling her. What did he mean?

"What are you doing?" She asked, now a bit fearfully. Whatever he was planning on doing, Nafasi felt she wouldn't like it.

"Nothing much my dear, nothing much. Now do me a favor and lie down." Mabaya kept grinning at her, and Nafasi took another step back.

"No! Why would I lie down?" She retorted.

"Just do it my dear, it's going to make this easier ."

"Make what easier?" She demanded, still confused at to what this lion was getting at.

"JUST DO IT ALREADY!" He roared, his mood suddenly angry. Nafasi made to run away, but Mabaya unsheathed some if his claws, and made a slashing motion.

Nafasi felt herself get knocked to the ground.

She also felt three claws ripping into her face, and she saw her own blood splatter onto the sand below.

Nafsi was lying on her side, her head on the ground. She tried to open both of her eyes, but one of them flared up in pain as she tried to do so. She let out a painful wail, and she put on of her paws to her face, the part that hurt.

She heard the squelch. Then, when she retracted her paw to look at it, she saw it was covered in blood. Her good eye widened in fear, and horror.

"Now then, you're on the ground, like I asked. How about next time you just do as I ask the first time, and we don't have to resort to violence. That being said, roll over onto your back." Said Mabaya. Nafasi looked over at the lion who had cut her, and she saw he was coming closer.

She cried out in fear again, and she tried to get up from the sand. However, Mabaya had different plans for her. Before she could get away, he grabbed her with his paws and pinned her to the sand. He rolled her over so she faced him, and Nafasi looked up at him, as he smiled seductively.

Her face really, really hurt. She felt the blood run down her cheeks. She started to cry, wishing she were anywhere but here. Nafasi felt Mabaya spread her two back legs apart, and she was too weak to fight back.

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Scar's POV- A few minutes earlier

"All right. Be back soon." Called Scar, as Nafasi turned to leave.

"I'll only be a couple of moments." Assured Nafasi, as she jumped over a small bush. Scar watched her disappearance into the leaves. Once she was gone, however, he resumed his little grin.

And so he waited, next to the meat, for her to return. A few minutes passed, and still she hadn't come back. Scar stared into the trees, wondering what was taking her so long.

A few more minutes passed.

Eventually, Scar got tired of simply sitting there. It must have at least been a half hour! What was she doing? He got up, and went to walk after her to the river.

As he stepped away from the carcass, he heard a noise that chilled him to the bone.

He heard a roar.

A lion's roar.

And it sounded angry.

Scar immediately ran for the river, pushing his way through bushes and foliage in his haste. That roar was loud to be Nafasi's, or any lionesses'. That meant there was another lion in the area, and it probably wasn't friendly.

As Scar burst out from the forest, his eye's widened as he saw the scene in front of him.

Nafasi was lying on the ground, half of her face covered in blood. Advancing toward her was a large male lion, with a bright red mane. The male lion was grinning evilly, and as Scar watched, frozen in horror, he saw the lion roll Nafasi over to her back.

It was clear as to what he was going to do.

Scar heard Nafasi start to cry, and as she did so, Scar snapped out of his little trance. He wouldn't let this lion do that to Nafasi! Scar charged forward, as fast as he could. Before the lion could begin, Scar jumped up, claws unsheathed.

He slammed into the red maned lion, sending him tumbling. Caught completely by surprise, the lion rolled across the sand, dazed. Hoping to get to him before his opponent could recover, Scar ran at him. The lion got up quicker than he expected though, and snarled at Scar.

Scar skidded to a halt, not wanting to jump at a lion that was prepared for him. He snarled back at the red lion, his rage boiling over.

"And just what did you think you were doing!" He yelled at the lion.

"What did I think I was doing? And anyways, what's the matter with you? Afraid someone else was going to fuck her!" retorted the red lion.

"You'll pay for touching Nafasi, you'll pay for cutting her like that!" Yelled Scar, baring his teeth.

"No, you're the one who's going to pay! You interrupted me right before I got on with it!" Sneered the rogue lion.

Scar roared, glaring at his opponent with utter hatred. This lion would die, he would die! Padding forward, Scar kept up an offensive stance, his claws unsheathed and ready to slash.

In contrast, his opponent was adopting a defensive pose, probably hoping to kill him when he attacked. Behind Scar, Nafasi lay on the ground, trying to drag herself away from the fighting.

Then, the red lion got tired of waiting. He suddenly jumped at Scar, his sharp teeth gleaming in the sunlight. Scar dashed forward, his forelegs up to intercept. They collided, and Scar immediately bit down hard on the rogue's neck.

However, not hard enough, as he failed to break the spine. The red lion roared, and wriggled out of his grasp, leaving Scar with nothing but a few tufts of mane. Scar spat out the hair, and jumped forward to try to slash the lion.

They circled each other, snarling. Scar was seething, he felt such anger as he had only felt a few times before. His current hatred could only be matched by the rage he had felt against Simba, Mufasa, and his blasted father, Ahadi. He had made two of them pay, but Simba had beaten him. Scar growled, cursing his brother, and cursing Simba! He might have failed at killing his own damned nephew, but he would not fail at killing this insufferable rogue.

The rogue dashed forward, and scar leaped to the side. As the red lion tried to adjust, Scar dug a long furrow into the lion's flank with his claws. As blood burst forward, the rouge roared in pain, and tried to slash back at his attacker. Scar raised his paw and blocked the attack, and the two dug each other's claws into their opponents foreleg.

"Just fucking die already huh? Why won't you just give up!" Snarled the red lion. Scar, instead of snarling back, started to smile sinisterly.

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Nafasi's POV

Nafasi was leaving a red trail of blood behind her. She had gotten back up onto her feet, and was unsteadily making her way back to the den. Behind her, Scar and Mabaya were fighting, snarling, and yelling curses at the other.

More blood dripped down her face, and she didn't know how to stop the flow. Hopefully she wouldn't lose too much blood. She couldn't even open her left eye, it was as if it was unresponsive. It still hurt plenty though.

She looked back at the fighting lions, who were now circling each other. Mabaya had scratches along his side, and Scar was bleeding on his legs. Their wounds didn't seem to hamper them though. Both of them were still snarling.

Mabaya shouted something in anger, and Scar growled back. Then, Nafasi saw Scar pause, and then she saw him start to smile.

It wasn't a warm smile though. The grin that stretched across Scar's face seemed uncomfortable. Almost as if Scar knew something his opponent didn't. Then, as she watched, Scar started to chuckle.

"Me? Give up?" Sneered Scar, as he stared at Mabaya.

"Yeah! You're just a stupid old lion, who can't accept when he's outmatched! Admit, I'm much larger than you, and much stronger. If this goes on, I will have my victory!" Boasted Mabaya.

"You know who you remind me off? You look just like my old brother. You're the spitting image of Mufasa! Well, I managed him well enough, and now, I'm going to beat you as well." Said Scar, still sneering. Then, Scar started to laugh, his eyes wide and his teeth gleaming. As Nafasi looked on, Mabaya seemed confused as to what Scar was laughing at.

"What's so funny?" He demanded. Scar just kept laughing, his eyes gleaming with intent.

"What's so funny! That I'm back here, facing another lion, and that lion has a red mane. I, personally, have had enough of that blasted color, and all the times that it has cost me dearly! So why am I laughing? Because you're nothing but an insolent fool, and idiots like you never last long!" Yelled Scar, in a boastful manner. Scar no longer seemed angry at Mabaya, but instead seemed prideful, and serious.

But the way Scar was grinning made Nafasi a bit uncomfortable. It reminded her of someone, someone she hated….. Wait! She knew who else grinned like that! Her last Nightmare, the one that had taken the form of Scar. It grinned like that too, and it had the same evil intent gleaming in its eyes.

Why was Scar suddenly acting like one of her Nightmares? Well, she supposed the Nightmare was just acting as Scar. If the nightmare looked exactly like the real version, it would be unavoidable that it would act the same when they were both angry.

Even so, it still unsettled her.

"Idiots like me? You'll pay for that! I'm going to tear out your throat!" Returned Mabaya.

"You really belive that do you! Well…. Go ahead. Try it." Said Scar, his eyes gleaming. Roaring, Mabaya charged at him, intent on carrying out his threat. Scar sat down, and leered at the oncoming lion, goading him. With another roar, Mabaya jumped into the air, claws outstretched.

Then, Scar reared up and intercepted. He flipped Mabaya onto his side, using the red lion's momentum against him.

Then, before Mabaya could recover, Scar grabbed on of his forelegs, and twisted it.

Nafasi heard the snap, and Mabaya gave a gasp of pain. Scar grabbed Mabaya's other foreleg, and twisted that was well. Another snap, and both of Mabaya's forelegs were broken. They hung limp, useless at his side. Mabaya's eyes widened, and he stared fearfully at Scar, who was smiling evilly back down at him.

"Well well well… A fool to the last." He sneered.

"I give up! I give up… I surrender!" Yelled Mabaya, as he tried to scoot away from Scar.

"Not so fast you stupid fool. You made a mistake back there, attacking Nafasi. Now, I've made a few mistakes myself, during my illustrious life, but what you were trying to do…. Unforgivable."

"I'm sorry alright! I.. I won't do it again!" Pleaded Mabaya.

"Not good enough. Now, I think you said you were going to tear my throat out… How would you feel if I did it to you!" Replied Scar, still laughing. He put one of his paws to Mabaya's neck, claws extended.

"You're insane! You… You're mad!" Screamed the red lion, his eyes wide from fright. In response, Scar just laughed harder, seemingly enjoying every second of the moment. Nafasi stared at them, unable to look away from the spectacle.

"Am I?! Well, it's hardly going to matter to you! Because you are going to die!" With his declaration, Scar's grin grew even wider, and he made a slashing motion with his claws.

Nafasi watched in stupefied horror as Mabaya gave one last gurgling cry, which was cut off quickly. Scar stared impassively down at him, his expression still one of twisted happiness. Scar then rolled Mabaya over to his side.

The gleam on Scar's eye's slowly faded, as he dragged Mabaya down to the river. Getting his paws a bit wet, Scar deposited the body of the dead lion into the water, and watched it float away.

Back to his normal frown, Scar ran back up the beach to Nafasi. He skidded to a stop in front of her, and said.

"Nafasi…. Are you hurt anywhere else?" He asked, worriedly.

"You… You killed him." Whispered Nafasi, in disbelief.

"Well, I suppose I did…. But that isn't important Nafasi, what's important is that we treat those cuts on your face…. And quickly!"

"Why?" She asked, quietly.

"Because if you lose too much blood, it isn't-"

"No… Why did you kill him?" She asked again.

"Nafasi… the entire left side of your face-"

"Tell me." She demanded, as she put her paw up to the bleeding gashes.

"Well…." Hesitated Scar. It was clear he wanted to treat her first, but Nafasi wanted to know why he so readily had slain another lion, albeit an evil one. "Nafasi, it's like this. Now, I know you've been living here your whole life, but where I come from, some lions simply don't deserve to live. There are some lions that do evil things just because they want to see lions suffer, there are some lions that will exploit and terrorize animals for their own personal gain. Once, a rogue lion pretended to be friendly, and he gained my trust, and the trust of the pride. Once he had us fooled, he killed a cub by the name of Kopa. We punished him soundly for it, but the deed had already been done. The lesson is, there are lions out there that don't deserve to live. Lions, that can only be driven away, or slaughtered before they do any harm. This lion was one such lion, and I couldn't see him harm you any more. I saw him claw you, and no matter what, I just couldn't ever let that happen again. I can't see you get hurt Nafasi, I care for you, and that's part of how this works." Said Scar, almost pleadingly near the end.

"You… Care for me?" Asked Nafasi, she herself a bit hesitant now. What exactly had he meant by that?

"Yes. And part of that means I'll protect you, and treat you when you need it. Now, will you let me help you stop the bleeding?" Begged Scar.

"Alright." Answered Nafasi. She allowed Scar to pick her up by the scruff of her neck, and take her down to the river to wash the blood off. As Scar carried her, despite the bitter tang of the blood in her mouth, Nafasi started to smile.

A nice, warm smile.