The Lion King - Human Edition

Chapter Twelve

"Isn't it great here?" He complemented his home as he lay on a hammock he'd set up many years ago, now outside to avoid confrontation. "It is beautiful.. And resourceful..But why haven't you come back all these years?" She asked in much irritation. "Well you know.. I needed to get away.. Get my own life.. You know? It's great!" He relaxed.

"We've really needed you at home.." She went quiet as if containing her anger from him that she realized after getting a piece of him. "No one needs me there.." He frowned at the guilt of his father's death. "Yes we do! We've needed you! We need.. a real king." Nala hinted.

"Nala! We've been  through this! I'm not the king.. Scar is.." He frowned. "Simba you don't understand! Scar destroyed everything your father worked hard on! The citizens are on strike! Our military's corrupt!" She raised her voice into a viscous tone that didn't exactly win Simba over.

The witnesses grinned. "He's all mine.. Step back lady.."

"Simba there's barely an spoon of food or drop of water for everyone! If you don't do anything then our nation will be wiped out!" She reminded, "I can't go back.." He muttered, still horrified of facing Scar again.

He rolled off his hammock and started avoiding her. "Why!" She grew more persistent, only getting under Simba's skin. "You wouldn't understand.." He held her off. She put her hand on his shoulder as a wake up all. "What could I not understand!" She felt insulted that he was hiding Scar from her.

She got to know him real well in bed, how dare he?

"No!" He jerked around. "It doesn't matter, Nala! It's! It's! Hakuna Matata okay?" He growled through his teeth. "What?" She tilted her head. "Hakuna Matata. It's something I learned out here. Sometimes bad things happen.." He began to explain, she was already disgusted at his laziness and her mouth already dropped open at his change.

"Simba!" She snarled. "And there's nothing you can do about it!.. So why bother?"He concluded. "Because it's your responsibility!" She ran back to him. He sighed in annoyance. "What about you! You left!" He attacked. "I left to find help for our people! I thought if you were dead then it was my responsibility to help them! And I found you.." She defended her side just when she thought he could get away.

He smacked his lips. "Sorry, tough luck here." He huffed through his nose. She felt her fists squeeze just before her breaking point. "What's happened to you? You're not the Simba I remember... The one that wanted to be there for his people." She crossed her arms.

"You're right. I'm not, you satisfied with this pointless argument yet?" He rolled his eyes.

"No. Just disappointed." She puffed. He could feel her digging too deep. "You know you're starting to sound a lot like-" "Your father?" She finished his sentence as he hopped off the log to find an escape from her.

"The man you were close to and got wisdom from? Because if that was what you were going to say.. Then good. We need him around too." She grumbled. He took full offence. He felt her violate his secrets, and his only reaction was aggression.

"Do you think you can just show p and tell me how to live my life! You don't know shit about what happened!" He stomped, cutting her comment. "I would if you'd just spit it out!" She argued. "Forget it!" He dismissed her. "Fine!" Nala marched away for another source of help.

"Piece of shit.." She hissed beneath her breath, though still desperate to win him over. "Rafiki!" She shouted as she searched for her bag.