TLK What If
Simba paced back and forth in the green grass. He'd just seen Nala again for the first time in years, and he'd gotten in a fight with her.
"She's wrong." Simba tried to convince himself, "I can't go back." Crickets chirped but he paid no attention. After all the time he'd spent running from his past, how could he turn and face it, what good would it do anybody?
"What would it prove anyway?" He asked out loud, the grass flattened from his pacing. "You can't change the past!" He forced the often used excuse he had used so many times. His father, was gone, despite their promise.
"You said you'd always be there for me!" He yelled turning to the staring night sky, pain then shadowed his voice. "
and it's because of me." Simba's head hung in pain, his main covering his agony. "It's my fault," he choked, "It's my fault." Simba sobbed, his hind legs collapsing to a sitting position.
Nala paced through the lush jungle, fuming, What had happened to the Simba she had grown up with, with the Simba she loved? What on earth could have happened to convince him that he didn't want to be King, the rightful king any longer.
Nala found herself standing at the edge of the foliage, looking out over a lush green field, An area as beautiful as the Pride Lands used to be. It pained her, three long years had she watched Scar and the hyenas destroy her home, Simba's home. Nala had finally had enough, gone looking for help, someone, anyone who could overthrow Scar, and who should she find? her best friend back from the dead, the true King of their land. And he had run away from it.
"There has to be more I can do." She said to herself, looking down at the trail Simba had left out onto the prairie. "There's something more that is wrong, if I can just get him to tell me, I might be able to help." She decided, pouncing out into the open.
After a few minutes of tracking her friend, Nala spotted him pacing in the distance. She couldn't hear him, but it looked like he was muttering to himself. Nala froze as Simba turned and hollered at the sky
"You said you'd always be there for me!"
Who was he talking to?
Simba sat, the breeze blowing around him a little noise not too far off in the nearest bunch of tree's made his ear twitch back. It was chanting. Turning to look Simba saw a monkey bouncing around in one of the trees, a baboon by the looks of it. The chanting got louder, irritating the young lion, why couldn't he just be left in peace for a few minutes.
Glaring at the strange monkey, Simba stood and turned to leave, heading for the shallow river.
Nala watched Simba turn to look at something in a clump of trees, then rise again and march off. Her friend was on the move again. Hesitant on whether or not it was the best idea to follow, Nala made up her mind and pursued. She had to get to the bottom of this.
Simba, after reaching the river padded a little slower now over to the fallen log that worked as a suitable bridge for any animal who wanted to cross. He stopped halfway over the water, looking down at his reflection in thought. What was he going to do now? Did he even want to go back, or was he just lying to himself. Simba pushed these thoughts away and slumped down onto the log. He was happy where he was, wasn't he?
"Simba?" A voice behind him said. He turned to see Nala standing at the edge of the log, her face was concerned, and he felt guilty as he quickly stood for yelling at her. After all, what kind of friend got mad at someone they hadn't seen in years.
"Nala?" He asked as she padded onto the log and sat beside him. She looked away, then met his eyes. He sat, the tension between them gone. She was worried for him.
They said in unison, stopping to grin in embarrassment,
"I'm sorry." Nala spoke up first, making Simba look at her in surprise "It was unfair of me to compare you to your father." She said looking back up at him.
Simba looked away thinking over her apology, it was what he had wanted her to say, but now he wasn't so sure, as he turned to respond a rock was chucked into the water below them. Grabbing both of their attention. The chanting monkey was back, somehow it had crossed the river and was bouncing around it the trees again.
"Asambe sama squashed bannanas
.!" The baboon continued, chuckling as he went.
Simba's ears twitched back as Nala looked around his mane in curiosity.
"Come on will you cut it out!" Simba snapped at the monkey motioning to Nala to turn around and leave. She got the hint and began to pad back the way they had come, but the baboon after flipping on the vine he was hanging from leapt down and started to follow.
"Can't cut it out, it grow back!" He laughed hopping across the log after them.
Nala stayed close to Simba as he glared back at the monkey and it loped up along their side.
"Creepy little monkey." Simba muttered. Nala jumped a little as the baboon stepped quickly in front of her. "Will you stop following me!" Simba snapped.
"He's been following you?" Nala asked. "Why?"
"I don't know." Simba stuttered, slowing for Nala's sake. "Who are you anyway?" Simba asked the monkey, stepping between the strange baboon and Nala.
"The question is? Whooooo are you?" The baboon asked, getting right up in Simba's face. Nala watched with a puzzled expression as Simba opened his mouth in shock, but said nothing in response.
"Simba is the rightfull..." She began to answer for him, but the baboon whipped his stick at her face, stopping an inch from her nose.
"Question not for you
" He said simply still looking at Simba, "I asked him."
Nala turned to Simba as he hung his head. He took a while to respond, and this made Nala anxious "I thought I knew, but now I'm not so sure." he muttered
"Simba!" Nala gasped, what was he saying?
The old monkey however smiled broadly. "Well I know who you are. Shh, come here it's a secret." He said grabbing Simba's ears and pulling his large head closer. Whispering softly at first then quickly growing louder was the same chant as before. Simba shook his head in outrage as the baboon danced about past him and Nala "'Asante sana Squash banana, Wewe nugu mimi!"
"Enough already!" Simba growled, Nala's nose turned up in discust. "What does that even mean anyway?"
The old baboon spun around to face the both of them smiling mischievously, "It means you're a baboon, and I'm not." He paused then chuckled rather madly as Simba started walking away, Nala right behind him. This strange monkey was making it hard to talk to Simba. She needed a chance to talk with him alone.
"I think you're a little confused." Simba muttered, trying to sneak away.
"WRONG!" The baboon had mysteriously appeared once again in their way, his finger pressing up hard on Simba's nose to stop him. "I am not the one confused you don't even know who you are!"
Nala couldn't help but smirk, he had a point, her smile seemed to irritate Simba even more than the monkey. "Oh and I suppose you know?" He retorted, stalking away from both of them.
"Sure do." The monkey said still standing beside Nala. "You're Mufasa's boy."
Simba's and Nala's jaws dropped, Simba spun around, looking from the monkey to Nala and back again.
"Bye." The baboon smiled, taking off across the grass. For such and old baboon he sure was spry.
"Hey wait!" Simba called, turning and pouncing past Nala who spun herself to follow. Did this monkey know Mufasa?
>>>>>> To be continued <<<<<<<