The Lion King - Human Edition

Chapter Nineteen

Once Simba opened his door, he heard wailing. "I'm hurting!" He heard River complain. "Girl, it's just a cat scratch, just suck it up. I've been shot twice and cut up three times during training, you'll be fine." Nala rolled her eyes. "Well I'm not a man in a woman's body!" River complained. "You're so dramatic, just a little cut on the arm." Nala rolled her eyes and went to Simba's side. "Make it quick.." 

She sped walked through the halls and got him to Rafiki who smiled. "Simba! Old friend, you're healing like a miracle!" Rafiki grinned. "Come come, you must seal a fate." He rushed. Simba followed trying to seem brave like his father before him though deep inside he was shaking with fear. 

"Inside.." Rafiki frowned. Simba paused then entered the cell, seeing a woman with a swollen stomach and a boy in a choke hold looking no older than a year or two. And the girl looked Nala's age, only about sixteen but more bitter, yet not bitter enough be be eighteen like Simba. "You.." She snarled. Simba stayed silent. "You murderer, who are you taking a boy from his father? Disgusting!" She spat on the the ground. He drew his gun from his pocket. "And it's also disgusting to support the man who did worse." He fired at the ground inches from her son. "Now reveal yourself." He threatened. "Name Zira, son's Nuka. Now shoot us."

"I'm not your ex husband.. Now move along." He held the cell door open. "What?" She cocked an eyebrow. "Get out. You'll be escorted from the boarders soon." Simba grit his teeth. She squeezed Nuka's arm as he clutched a few strands of her matted brown hair. They made furious eye contact and separated. "Death penalty to any rebels who return." He chewed his own tongue. 

He slammed the cell door and returned the the peaceful side of the castle. "Where's she!" Simba slid to Nala. She pointed to the door next to her. 

He twisted the doorknob and pushed open the door gently after a knock. Sarabi dropped her glass of water when she laid eyes on him. "You're okay!" She gasped, with bloodshot eyes with bags of skin folded beneath her eyes. She wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face into Simba's chest. "Oh I thought you'd die! Or be paralyzed!' She shook her head and whimpered. 

He gently swayed left and right until she pulled away. "Well you know what this means, don't you?" 

He looked puzzled and shook his head. 

She pulled her crown off her head. "No ma!" He plead, a part of him didn't want to grow up yet. 

"Yes. This will belong to whoever you choose as a wife." She smiled. 

"You'll be the king by dark, now go! Go! What are you doing visiting me? You need to get ready!" She pat and pushed him out the room, ordering a few servants over. It blew his mind how quickly his mother got things together without Scar's influence.