Simba x Nala In College

We Learn Together

My heart dropped to my stomach.

"Wait...what?" my voice wavered.

His look of shame gave me conformation that he was serious.

"He shouldn't have raped you...or Takata..." he growled.

I put my hand on his shoulder, trying to get him to look me in my eyes.

He never looked at me, so I gently forced him to look at me.

"You're right. He didn't have the right to rape us...but he did it. It's over now. God's gonna judge him when he dies..." I replied.

Simba gave me a sad smile, so I kissed his cheek.

Seeing that I'm 5'3", and he's 6'0", I had to pull him down, and kiss his cheek.

"If you need me, I'll be in the room." he confirmed.

I nodded, and he walked out of the bathroom.

I pulled my clothes that Simba laid out for me from under the sink, and laid them on the toilet.

I turned on the shower, and began taking my clothes off.

But while I was, I felt like I was being watched...

And I was being watched...

I'm guessing Simba has a neighbor he never knew enough about.

He looked like he was about 60 or 70.

Caucasian...

Tall...

Wrinkled face...

Your average Caucasian old man.

He was recording me, and he thought I didn't see him.

I was staring right at him, and I felt my body grow colder and colder.

Ice was forming on my hands, and my eyes were turning white.

I took a deep breath, and continued to stare at him until he left the window.

I closed the curtain, and hopped in the shower.

I washed my now frizzy platinum hair, and curled it.

I'd at least like to look nice for my doctor's appointment that Simba's joining me in.

I put on a light blue and white shirt and a white skater skirt.

I put on my white Air Forces, and my white puffer jacket, seeing that it's a little windy outside.

I straightened my hair, and was about to curl it, when there was a knock on the door.

"Nala, you almost done?" Simba asked.

"You can come in. I'm just curling my hair." I said.

He opened the door, wrapped in a towel.

It reminded me of that night we...

NO, NALA. STOP!

I shook my head, and continued curling my hair.

I had some nice, bouncy curls, and I added a white pearl headband to go with the outfit.

I brushed my teeth, and headed out of the bathroom.

(2,000 Years Later)

Simba finally came out of the bathroom, and came out fully dressed.

"Wow. You look nice." he said.

I smiled, and put my hands behind my back.

"You don't look bad yourself." I giggled.

He wore a black shirt with black jeans an a gold chain round his neck.

"Thanks, Princess. Now, let's go." he smiled.

We walked out of the apartment, and to the parking lot.

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We got to the car, and hopped in.

"Princess, what if the baby is born with a disease?" Simba asked.

I felt my heart drop to my stomach as he said that.

"It can't...right?" I asked him.

Well, we know it'll be born a bastard...

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Hey, y'alls! So, reading that last line, I bet you're like "Christiana, don't call it that!" Well, bastard literally means a child that is born while the parents aren't married. So, they're child is an illegitimate heir. Also, give me some baby names! And...can you guess the gender >3?

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~Christiana