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Friday was a big day for Timon, he finally was  leaving his clan and setting out for his own life. Out of this shitty group of people and out to the real world. Everyone in his family and the clan were invited.

“Oh Timon.. Are you confident you wanna go..? What if you get killed! I can’t afford to have another loved one of mine killed!! Oh Timon, are you positive you’ll be safe?” Said his Ma. Timon turned around from his bags, “Yeah Ma.. I know what I'm doing..”

His uncle walked into the house glaring at Timon up and down. “I cannot believe you Timon.” His uncle whispered under his breath. “I heard you.” Timon said glaring back at his Uncle Max.

“Oh my goodness.. I’m not ready for you to leave yet baby..” His mom said holding Timon’s hands “Ma.. I promise I'll be okay..” Timon was slightly irritated, and soon someone in his family came running in the room.

“Uh.. Is the party starting soon..?” Said the family member, “Yeah, are the tables ready?” Timon’s mother said, “Yes, Azizi. Everything’s ready! Just waiting on you to start.. But one problem..” Said the family member, “Well..?” 

“There's almost the whole clan here, we can't fit them all.. what should we do..?” “Make some people stand, it's okay!” His mother said. Timon looked at his bag, he was so excited for today. Finally out of this shitty town, finally able to do what he wants, be with who he wants, dress how he wants. It was all his choice. 

“Can we uh.. Start the party?” Timon said to his Mom, “Oh of course!” She smiled “Max? Can you please go start the party?” She said kindly. Max glared at her, “Sure..” He said, walking into the party room. You could hear him talking lightly “And now.. For my Nephew to have his long awaited… Going away party.” Uncle Max said. 

And with that, Timon walked into the party room smiling, he was to give a speech and then the true party would start. He hoped it went okay, 

“Hey everyone.. It’s Timon Berkowitz as you know. I leave today and I have a couple things I wanna say. To the clan first. I get we had rough times together but, I'm glad we had some good times together. I hope the time without me is better for you, no more loud singing or anything along those lines.

Uncle Max, I hope you get better. You were a terrible guardian to me and maybe with me gone you will understand the errors in your ways. But I'll come back to you. Ma, I appreciate every moment I spent with you, but I can't and won't forgive you for not realizing or doing jack SHIT about Uncle Max, when he insulted me in front your eyes and when he admitted to sexually assaulting me and you didn't do anything. I thought we could've been a good mom and son relationship, but clearly that was true. Now back to uncle max, Fuck you. Remember the day when i was 9, you remember that day you fuck head. I can never forgive you, I trusted you and you broke that trust you continued to do this and you would insult me. I fucking hate you, i hope the worst comes your way.”

Everyone sat there. Quiet.

Nobody moved.

Nobody Spoke.

Timon’s Mom, she was looking at him with pure shock. And so was his uncle, there was a clear disappointment set in the room.

Until. The silence was broken 

“What the Fuck Is wrong with you, Timon.” Max said standing up from his chair “What's wrong with You? Maxwell.” His mom got up and tried to stop the argument that was about to arise “You two! there are people here please stop-” “Ma! Don’t do this! You did this every time we got into an argument . You don't help, you just try and shut me down as soon as possible! But HE Can continue talking! I hate you! You were never ever there for me when I was younger and now you try and act like a parent!! I don't even know you.” 

“Timon..”  His mom sat down and looked down. Timon felt terrible but it was the truth. 

“Look at you! You've ruined this family, Timon. And this party. How about you take your fucking leave, we dont want you here anyways.” Uncle Max said. This stabbed Timon right in the chest, he looked away and nodded, He knew where he wasn't wanted.

“You’re right. I’m not wanted here, but next time you think about having kids, Ma? Think twice before handing them over to Him. ”  Timon walked away and grabbed his bag on the way out.

He had a long drive ahead of him, better get started now before changing his mind. 

‘You got this Ti..’ He said to himself and swiftly got into his car.

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As I'm driving throughout the roads I think about what words we exchanged. I don't regret a single thing. It had to be said- just HAD to. I sigh to only myself and the AC blasting in my car. I see the lamppost pass by, slowly starting to light up. I look at my wallet. Enough for a cheap motel and shitty coffee in the morning. As I select one of the bug infested places, it's still running through my head. It doesn't hit me until I plop onto my roach and piss infested bed that- 

  "Holy shit…. I'm all alone now." Saying this makes me choke up. 

  I didn't get much sleep. Not because of the conditions of my room but of my mind. As I check out I overhear an ad on the radio for a company. " HEY YOU! YES YOU! HAVE YOU EVER WANTED A JOB WITH GOOD PAY AND EVEN BETTER HOURS?! well sucks for you." Well that's rud- " BUT HERE AT KING OF THE JUNGLE INCORPORATED WE PUT OUR SERVICE TO YOU BEFORE ANYONE! OUR ADDRESS IS-" I already grabbed a napkin to write it down. Hopefully they don't ask about anything bad. 

  My car full of gas I head off, shitty coffee in hand. I get to the place and walk in. I see many people applying. They all look so professional and tidy. I can't even remember when I had a good wash day to myself. No one's looking but it feels like it as I sit down. 

  An hour or so goes by before I hear someone scream 'next'. I get up and head into the office seeing a desk with some uppity looking fella. "Hello-" He looks at me clothes and his face seems more pissed than neutral. "Sir… My name is ZaZu and I am Mr. Omari's assistant." He seemed rather venomous with his words as I shake his hand. 

"Well hello Zazu, I'm Timon. I like your pin.. is that from The Magic Flute?" 

Zazu looks at me in shock. "Yes! It's my favorite opera. I love the tragic tale of t- ahem- yes it is thank you." 

I chuckle a bit. "So uh…. When can I meet the big boss?" 

Zazu gestures with his hand to an elevator. "14th floor, room D9." I thank him and off I go! 

As I step into his office I get a chill that runs up my spine. As I look at this guy I can tell he lifts. That suit isn’t hiding anything. As I look at him I see he has a patient smile. Is he waiting for something? … OH SHIT I DIDN’T EVEN INTRODUCE MYSELF! I chuckle nervously. “HI! Haha- I’m Timon Berkowitz. It’s uhhhhhhh… Nice to meet you Mr. Omari.” I offer my hand and he shakes it. God his grip is strong. 

  “Ah yes, Zazu told me. He’s a fast person you know? Ah I would assume not yet.”  His laugh was as warm as his welcome. 

  I felt comfortable here. We sit down and I explain myself and how I left my family (of course leaving out any graphic details). He looks at me with sympathy. Not pity, but sympathy. The interview felt like it went on forever, but I didn’t mind it actually. His office smelled of chamomile and lavender tea. Probably because there were some bags on the counter. As I eye them his voice rings throughout the room. "You can take some if you'd like Timon! Consider a welcoming gift to the company." 

  I gasp in shock. "You mean it sir?!" He simply nodded.

  I couldn't believe it! How did I even get it? My mind was racing, pondering on what skills I possess to even be able to work in this company. He explains to me how his family's life was before this luxury. How they struggled with getting on their feet. He goes on. 

  "When I was a young boy-" He starts. "My father gave me a coin. One from where he grew up and told me this was what he had left. He kept that coin to pass down, and here we are now. Timon when I look at you I think of this coin. You're at your bottom but soon you'll find a comfy place, a new start away from your old home. You were hurting, I could tell, and I want to make your life better. I know you'll be a hard worker and earn the money you receive." 

  I nod in understandment. Boy, he places a lot of faith in me. I grab each of the tea bags and exit the office. As I ride down the elevator I look at them. I feel their grainy texture through the thin paper. Seeing the string hang below my hands. I suddenly realize something. I don't even have anything to boil these in. Maybe that's a sign of how much I needed this job. 

  I walk out of the building, bidding Zazu goodbye and I get back in my car. I turn it on and realize it reeks inside. Bags of chips and fast food can smell awful after a while. I look at the teabags. 

  The drive was a comforting one, with soft rock playing from the radio. I park in an abandoned spot. As I relax into my seat, the stars catch my attention. I've always heard stories of what they are. Such silly things I heard as a child, but we all grow up soon right? Crickets chirping are the only thing heard as I doze off into a world of dreams. 

  The tea bags tied against my AC as a freshener. 

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Timon had been driving forever now, and he finally found the location of his new home. 

‘Okay Ti.. Just be normal.. Dont weird out anybody.’ He said to himself while getting out of the car he walked over to the front door, he sighs. ‘You got this! Just knock !’ 

He finally knocked after standing there for five minutes. “I’LL BE THERE IN A MINUTE!!! OH FU-” There was a huge crash on the other side of the door. Timon stood there. He was a little happy because now he felt a bit more comfortable if he made a mistake. 

Timon stood there looking and waiting at the door. Finally the door opened, and the guy who opened it was like 10 times taller than him, he looked him up and down.. He didn’t know what to say.

“Uh.. Hi?” Timon said, looking up at the taller guy and smiled. “Hi! I’m Pumbaa! Nice to meet you! Although I feel like we've met before.. But I'm talking nonsense.. What’s your name?” 

“Uh.. Timon. Nice to meet you” Timon smiled.

“OH MY GOD!! I DO KNOW YOU!!!” Pumbaa smiled and grabbed Timon’s hands.

Timon was startled by this and pulled his hands away quickly, “Uh.. I don't know you?” Timon said clearly confused wondering what the hell this guy was on about.

“We met in high school? We went to prom? Why’d you stop talking to me after that..?”

Suddenly all the memories came rushing back to Timon. 

🕊️ high school 🕊️

“Hey Pumbaa.” A younger Timon said in the school hallways, standing near the lockers. “Hey Ti! Whaddya need?” Pumbaa didn’t look away from his locker and tried to open it. 

“So uh… Do you like.. Wanna go to prom with me?” Timon said with a small smile on his face.

“OH MY GOSH!! OF COURSE.” Pumbaa screamed happily. “Great! I’ll see you at my place?” Said Timon. 

“Yuh!” Pumbaa smiled.

🕊️ end of flashback 🕊️

“Oh my god. Pumbaa I'm sorry…” Timon said shocked at himself, Pumbaa smiled.

“It’s okay Timon! We can fix the problem together. And now we live together! Whatever happened to your clan..?” Pumbaa said.

“It's a LOONG Story…” Timon said, sighing.

“Oh..” Pumbaa gestured for him to come inside, “Tell me about it?” He said. Timon shrugged.

🕊️ flashback 🕊️

Timon and Pumbaa had finally made it back from the prom. Luckily enough, Uncle Max didn’t know that Pumbaa was a guy, so maybe he was in the clear..

Timon got out of Pumbaa’s car and chuckled to himself, waving bye to Pumbaa. Timon walked in the house with a smile on his face.

“So.. Berkowitz. Wanna explain the man you went to prom with?” His Uncle Max said.

“Wh..? What guy..?” Timon said, looking down. He knew he’d been caught.

“Don't act stupid with me Timon.” His Uncle said.

“W..Whaddya mean?” Sweat is coming down Timon’s face, pupils dilating, he was finished for.

“That fucking man. You went with him to Prom. Don’t lie to me you fuck! I saw you. I’m not as stupid as YOU think I am.” His uncle got up from his seat and walked closely to Timon who was praying he would be alive tomorrow.

“No I..! I don't think you’re stupid! I..I..” Timon gulped and stumbled over his words. He couldn’t think of a lie fast enough and he knew he was over for from the start. “I’m sorry!” Timon screamed.

His Uncle scoffed. “You are too old to be lying to me Timon. Do you want me to beat the shit outta you??? It’ll be Just Like when you were 12.”

“No! I.. No! Stop!” Timon screamed back and ran to his room. Locking the door behind him.

“I wont do anything if you cut contact with Him. ” His uncle said, Timon could hear the grin on his face. That sick fuck. But he didn't wanna hurt Pumbaa or himself..

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“Holy shit…” Pumbaa was stunned, it was what happened and how calmly Timon said it.. It was like it was natural for him. Which it probably was…

“Yeah. It’s okay now I live with you! And you can tell me everything!”

“Do you need therapy?” Pumbaa said, looking dead at Timon. 

“Pfft!! Nahh!! I’m fine dude! Show me my room so I can rest!” Timon said playfully, shoving Pumbaa.

“..Okay..?” Pumbaa gets up and leads Timon to his room.

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Pumbaa takes me towards the door of my new room. I turn to him with a content smile. “Thanks again for letting me stay man, I really needed a home, I promise i’ll pay ya back.” I open the door to see a room full of papers, the bed has generic sheets on it and the walls a beige color. 

  “Wow I wasn’t expecting this! Haha!” I chuckle a tad amused.

  Pumbaa looks away as if he’s embarrassed. “Haha Yeaaahhhh-. It’smainly used as a room for old flyers or papers and pictures. I just never got the time to do it.. Or the inspiration.” 

  I pick up some papers, reassuring him that this is a fresh start, thanking him once again as he leaves. Ok, let’s get to work. In minutes the bed was stripped of it’s original sheets. The papers were filed away in drawers and such. All I had was some posters and a blanket. I can make do of just that! 2 hours later and the room already is looking better. The blanket covers the window, giving more darkness. Some posters were strung around the room. The sheets now clean and neat. It’s not much but it’s better than what it looked like. Afterwards I join Pumba in the living room for a cup of… coffee? “Pumbaa isn’t it like… the afternoon?” 

  He shrugs taking another sip. “Yeah, but I need it to stay up regardless. Tonight I have to check up on the peonies and daisies.They get really picky when it comes to soil and plant food so i’m experimenting on what types they should have.” 

  My eyes widen in surprise. “Woah, didn’t know you planted. That’s really cool.” I grab a cup and pour some coffee. 

  Pumbaa ruffles his hair and adjusts his shirt. “Yeah it’s a little cool. I usually give any plants that I have too much of to different neighbors, maybe if I see a loner I’ll hand em an apple, tell them it’s poisoned y’know the whole shabang!” We burts out laughing at that.

  Wow. He’s done so many accomplishments. He’s grown into this sweet and calming guy, ah who am I kidding? He’s always been that loving and caring guy. I hold my hand close to my heart and the other on the mug he gave me. Shit… I'm falling again. I place the mug down, following him into the garden. As I look at this beautiful garden. This depiction of his personality. His hopes and dreams all displayed in the living lives of flowers, vines, trees, and plants of all kind. As I look at pumba under the green tint of the sunset blending with the garden, he starts to give a lavender flower some plant food. "Wow Pumbaa, this is all so-" 

  "Unexpected? Yeah I've never really talked about it in high school. I didn't want to weird ya out at the time." He walks over to me. 

  A million miles. That's what my heart felt as he touched my shoulder. I felt a sting of guilt. Leaving him behind then. As i look at him now I see something that I barely recognize. Someone I have loved years and years of my life, and I can finally express that publicly. He starts to say how happy he is that I've come back. After that I toned it out, just looking into his eyes. He looks so sensitive, so chiseled and emotional. My throat closes up and the hair on my body stands up. What is this? I can't even think at this point. My chest feels nervous like a knife has been stabbed right into it, but instead of pain it's replaced with pleasure. I'm so confused. I shake my head, remembering that Pumbaa is talking. "I'm sorry I'm rambling and all, but I did miss ya, and I'm happy you're in my life again Timon." 

  Timon. Not T, not even babe or love. Just. Timon . I understand why. It's going to be a long time before we can even get used to this, get used to us. We're no longer together and we haven't been since high-school. I guess I have to realize that I'm not in high-school anymore. Maybe one day I will. I nod to his response and hug him, starting to speak lightly. "Pumbaa it's great to see you again." 

  "Timon you know I can't-" 

 I nod. "I know. And I'm not asking. I know you're still mad at me, and I'm sorry. My sorry won't solve it, but it's a start to fixing it. I shouldn't have left you alone." 

  Pumbaa squeezes me tight. Not too tight, but tight. "...I understand why you left but-" He releases me from the hug, I see a concerned and mild look. "You left me. You could've said something at least." 

  "I know, but I'm not leaving you ever again Pumbaa." 

  "You swear on it?" He extends his pinkie. "Pinkie promise?" 

  I nod, wrapping my pinkie around his. 

"Pinkie promise, and forevermore."

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It’s Saturday, Pumbaa and Timon were sitting on their couch. Timon was reading a book and Pumbaa half asleep. There was a nice silence in the house. It’s not normal for the house to even be like this.

I mean.. it was quiet.. Until Simba became 19 years old, ever since he’s just been rather loud and yelling at a game called.. ‘Minecraft’???  Well whatever it was, Simba nearly played it everyday.. Pumbaa and Timon wished he never found that game. 

But for now might as well take the peace and quiet.. It’ll never last. They went 30 minutes with no talking or screaming, just book pages flipping. And quiet snores from Pumbaa, Timon smirked he felt today would be a quiet day. They needed one of those. But I guess He spoke too soon. Within 5 minutes he could hear Simba start to wake up from his sleep. Timon didn’t hate the kid.. Pumbaa didn’t hate him either. It’s just he hasn’t tried to do anything with his life! Which Timon knows he shouldn’t try and control but.. He needed help..

Timon looked at where Simba’ room was.. His old room.. He couldn’t believe he made it this far in his life to be honest, Deep thinking aside Timon stared over there until he heard the sound of typing, shit was about to get loud. It’s either shut it down now, Or continue to not sleep normally. Timon sat and waited for a moment.. Until he heard Simba yelling ‘Shit!’ Constantly… Timon got up from where he had sat, closed his book and left the living room.

Walking up to Simba’s room Timon feels terrible for even having to do this.. He felt like he parented wrong.. but he was only 18 himself.. but he still felt bad. 

Timon felt bad about a lot of things. But that's besides the point, Timon got to Simba’s room and opened the door. 

“Kid.. Uh.. What are you uh.. Doing..?” Timon said trying to start a conversation without just yelling at him, he scratched the back of his head and made an unconfident face.

“Playing a game ?” Simba replied, he didn't turn around to see him. “Look Simba.. This isn’t easy to say without being rude about it… but..” Timon walked over to Simba putting a hand on his shoulder “You need a job.”  

“WHAT??? Dad I'm fine without a Job you know I'm better without one!”

“But Simba! Pumbaa and I can't provide for all three of us without you working!” Timon said, trying to reason with the boy. Clearly not working Simba looked pissed.

“Do you even have a job??” Simba said glaring at him. Timon nodded slightly “I give away the plants and make money, Simba! What do You do??? NOTHING! Simba I love you but I want what's best for you!” Timon said not yelling but definitely stern.

“YOU AREN’T MY REAL DAD STOP ACTING LIKE IT!” Simba lashed out on Timon.

They stood there and Simba started to regret what he had said. “Timon i’m-” Simba tried to apologize 

“Simba.. All I want is for you to get a job. I don’t ask you to do anything here!  So you can stop playing minecraft for a bit and.. Just get a job!!”

“I will when I want to.” Simba said, “Can I just play my game in peace ?”

“Oh! You want peace!” Timon said, chuckling and walking away.  “Pfft. ‘Peace’..” 

Simba glared at his door, he felt bad.. but honestly who the hell would take him in for a job? He has no knowledge about anything past 10th grade. Like hell they would hire him… Well now what..? Was he doomed to just.. Sit all day and play Minecraft..? On a stupid server nobody uses? He was living so terribly. He wanted to do something but he couldn’t bring himself to do something.. Life was so unkind to him. Simba groaned and got up from where he was sitting and started to walk downstairs.

He put his shoes on and went outside, Timon was in the kitchen making Pumbaa coffee and Timon heard the front door shut. And thought nothing of it. 

Simba walked outside.. thinking about what had just happened. He felt bad, they did take care of him when nobody else did.. why did it have to be so hard to just… 

To just Be ?

He took a seat on the floor. The grass felt nice underneath him, Simba laid down and closed his eyes.. Trying to think of a job or anything to take up! But nothing.. He realized he wasn't good at anything…

Not at anything besides playing Video Games… But that's not really a talent to the world is it? 

Simba stayed there. Humming nothing in particular, until he heard noises from the trees.. “The fuck..?” Simba said, looking around for someone. Praying it was Pumbaa or Timon playing a sick joke on him.

“Timon if you’re out there..! I’ll uh.. Nevermind.” He said looking around, The movement didn’t stop and it only got closer. And Closer. And Closer.

Until..

“AHHH!!!” Simba screamed, getting up and running to the front door. The mysterious person chases behind and it was WAY faster than him. It caught up to him and pounced on him, pinning him to the ground. 

“LET ME GO!!! PLEASE I'VE DONE NOTHING WRONG!” Simba yelled.

Timon and Pumbaa heard what was happening outside and ran outside, “SIMBA!? ARE YOU OK— Oh.. Hey..?” Timon paused in fear, who the hell was this and why was it on their kid..??

“Uh.. WHO ARE YOU?” Pumbaa said trying his best to sound threatening 

The person over Simba looked down at him.. “Uh.. well this is a bad way of doing an introduction but uh.. I’m Nala..And I was sent to recruit more people for King Of The Jungle Inc. And I got chased by something..But i’m dragging a long story sorry!” 

Timon and Pumbaa stared at her.

Simba made a confused face at her.. He felt like he knew her for some reason.. “Uh.. Hi?” Simba said looking up at her, he felt like he knew that exact company she was talking about. And he had no idea why?  Timon glared her up and down, he felt like she was a definite threat.

“Mkay that's great ma’am. But why chase our kid??” Timon said putting his hands on his hips, Nala looked around.. “Uh.. well..” She scratched her head “Reasons!” She replied.

“Mkay.” Timon walks back inside, leaving Pumbaa, Simba, and Nala out there. “Well.. Anyways, Simba! Maybe you should take the offer from Nala?” Pumbaa says.

Simba thinks about it for a moment, and he nods his head and gets up from the ground. “Sure!” He said

Nala smiled, “Great, let's get to walking!” 

“Walking?” 

“I don't have a car. Let's go.”

They walked off together and began talking about their pasts and their stories.

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I look at  this ‘Nala’ confused and tired, pondering who she is, yet the sight of her looks somewhat familiar. Her eyes stare daggers at me as I look away, trying to seem like I wasn’t staring. “So, Simba-”  She starts to speak. “ How would you feel about a minimum wage of 6 dollars per hour?” 

  That sounds so low, but I mean money is money right? Not like I care. I’m only doing this for Timon…because he said all of that bullshit. I just nod my head. Her eyes turn to shock like I was actually going to care. I just roll my eyes and I hear her scoff. “ Look lady I’m not really in it for too much money. I get everything I already want. I just want to work so my guardians can be off my ass ok? I’ll work whatever you want me to just steer clear of my fucking way, and we have a deal,”

  She looks at me flabbergasted. Guess she doesn’t take kindly to honesty. Figures from a city babe. She looks at me. She’s probably looking at what I wear and calling me a slob and a disgrace to society. As if I care at this point. Maybe she needs to stop judging me! So what if I am? I’m capable of working! 

Maybe she’s just too hot headed to realize that in her stupid brain! …Geez I'm going crazy aren’t I? I realized I was just staring at her with my usual resting bitch face. “Sorry- anyways listen Nala i’m speaking the good ol truth. You’d rather have an honest worker than a liar that doesn’t do shit but says they do.” 

  She speaks with a monotone voice. “No, it’s not that, it’s just-” she steps closer to me as we’re walking. The fuck is this lady’s deal? “...I’m sorry have we met before? You seem so familiar…” Her hand reached for my face before I slapped it away. 

  “Dude the fuck is your problem?!” I snarl at her.

  She looks a little hurt at my snap. I usually don't care but a wave of guilt passes over me. I reluctantly place my hand on her shoulder and look away. "Sorry I didn't mean to snap- I don't like it when people touch me." 

  Nala backs off and just nods. We talk a bit more. More about the job and before she leaves, we shake hands…. I think I’ve got the job. 

As Simba walks back in pride and sentiment, Nala walks back to the building now known as King of the Jungle Inc. Scar, the CEO looks upon Nala, watching as she enters the office. 

  As I watch my assistant Nala walk in, she has a tired smile. Isn’t that rare. She must’ve found a rat that’ll work here for a low income. She looks at me and her smile fades while mine rises. “Sir-” She starts. “- I’ve found someone who will work for 6 dollars an hour! Isn’t that great?” I can tell she’s just happy to find someone…one. 

  I look at her in disgust. “Only one person? I’d say i’m impressed but you’ve done better. Here! Let me throw you a pity party for your ONE person you hired!” 

  All of a sudden the blabbing bafoons I call workers bursts into fits of laughter. I call them the Hyneas for a reason. Shenzi was the only one with some brains, but not like she has her flaws. She’s too strongheaded. Obviously a follower, and a good one if she’s in my shadow. 

  Banzai is utterly stupid for where he is now. Sometimes I wonder is he’s as stupid as Ed. He’s got good muscle though. 

  Then Ed, he was hired on an impulsive decision. We had a scare when it came to a riot from customers about poisonous makeup. So my brilliant brain thought to hire Ed. He’s a disabled person and people would find it charming. I’ll beit he’s the only that doesn’t get on my nerves. Probably because he dean’t talk as much or make stupid decisions. 

  They all laugh at my comments. I ignore them for now. “So, Nala. Who’s the lucky guy?” 

  She rolls her eyes and hands me some notes. My eyes look in shock. “His name is Simba. Seems to live with his guardians. No real past history.” I hear the laughter from those bums cease. 

  Instead of blowing up in her face I look at her with the sweetest smile I could ever give. “SImba? Is he a teenager? I’m assuming a stronger build.” 

  She looks at me in utter shock.”Y-yeah? How’d you know?” 

  I’m no longer staring at her. My eyes peirce through those babbling baffons who have suddenly become quiet. “Oh, just a guess. Nala you’re excused.” 

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Scar turned his head as soon as Nala closed the door. 

“YOU IDIOTS! YOU TOLD ME HE WAS KILLED!” Scar slammed his fist on the table. Trying his best to not make others hear him.

“Scar! We told you he was Possibly dead! Not dead dead..” Shenzi tried to explain walking up to Scar’s desk. Banzai and Ed nodded their heads. Scar groaned in disbelief “I can’t believe I trusted you Idiots ! To kill ONE! COUNT THEM! ONE! 12 YEAR OLD AND YOU CAN'T EVEN DISPOSE OF IT!” Scar got up from his seat and grabbed Banzai by the shirt collar.

“Boss please! We thought he would be killed by something out in those woods! We didn’t think he would still be alive!” Banzai pleading their case.

Scar drops him and orders them to Sit. “Okay. Well.. since you didn't Kill him. We have to kill Now! Any ideas?” Scar said, sitting down back in his chair. 

Ed raises his hand. “Ed?” Scar said with a smile on his face. Ed gets up from where he was sitting and goes to the whiteboard that's in Scar’s office. He starts drawing stick figures on the board with 4 of them on the left and 1 on the right.

One of the people on the left has some kind of weapon and the right is defenseless.. Scar guessed that it was supposed to be Simba. Ed smiled while drawing this graphic homicide, and finally Ed drew ‘Simba’ dead on the floor, with us laughing and happy with him being gone. “That's.. AN AMAZING IDEA ED!!” Scar said smiling and clapping, Shenzi and Banzai clapping with him. Ed smiles and sits down.

Shenzi hugs Ed softly, “Okay so.. We kill him? Again? Or at least try to?” Shenzi said. Scar nodded, “I want him gone before the end of the year.” Scar said, Shenzi and Banzai nodded. Ed was off in his own little world, Scar smiled and got up to leave. “Oh! Tell Zazu to see me in the Cafeteria.” Scar said with a grin, and he left. 

Now as for Nala.. she was waiting in the other room. Sitting and talking with Simba, Nala thought to herself ‘Where is he..?’ Speak of the devil. He’s finally here and Nala can leave, she waves goodbye to Simba and Simba waves back, Scar sits in the chair. He can see Simba’s face change significantly.. It’s like memories started rushing at his face. 

“..Uh.. Hi..?” Simba said, hands sweating and forehead visibly showing sweat.  He knew this man. And not for a good reason. 

“Greetings. My favorite nephew .” 

Scar said with an evil smile on his face. Simba gulped, he felt all those feelings from several years ago. His father.. Being chased. All of it.. 

“I..I..” Simba tried to speak, “Oh hush boy.. I missed you too. Now what on earth are you doing here?” His words stabbed Simba in the face. “Well?” Scar said, it was like he was trying to spite him. Or kick him out.

“I.. I’m… I..” Simba tried to speak but it felt like his eyes were watering.. like someone was cutting onions nearby.. Because tears rolled down his face. It was embarrassing but he had never tried processing his trauma. And now everything came back. 

“Oh..” Scar sighed and got up to comfort him. “You poor poor thing… Must be a shame to lose your father.. And then lose your chance at being CEO.. And a chance at being better.. But now I'm here..” Scar said Patting Simba’s back.

Simba tried controlling his breathing but it wasn’t working. His head was pounding.

“Simba..” Scar got up and gave Simba some water.

“T..Thanks..” He drank the water and started to calm down.. “I’m sorry..” Scar smiled, “It’s alright..” Scar closed his eyes and rolled them. “Here, Simba, I'll give you the job and I'll raise your pay to 8 dollars an hour! How does that sound?” Simba just nodded and got up, he felt like a failure. He couldn’t even speak, how was he supposed to explain this to Timon or Pumbaa? 

Scar patted Simba on the back while he was walking out. Scar closed the door of the meeting room with an evil grin. “Heh. What a Idiot. ” Scar walked to his seat. He felt like he had already begun to win. He loved to win, it was his specialty. Speaking of which, it's just about time to see Zazu.. Or how Scar calls him ‘My man’ When really he and ShereKhan were married.. 

Speaking of Sherekhan, Scar pulled out his phone to call him.

He answered.

“KHAN… It was my nephew she found.. the one who should be Dead  Those idiots couldn’t even kill him. Anyways, what's up with you?” 

“That's.. embarrassing, what happened when you did the meeting thing with him? Also I'm doing NOTHING.” Sherekhan replied, chuckling.

“Well.. he started crying when he saw me so i said i'll raise your pay if you leave..” Scar got up from his seat still on the phone and got some coffee.

“I'm dead.. Also how's the hornbill?” 

“Stop calling him that!” Scar said laughing.

“He looks like one!” ShereKhan said laughing, “Sooo…??”

“I'm about to see him soon. Y'know flirt and then.. Soon i'll have him in my grasp and he’ll be forever gone!” Scar said, evilly laughing when talking about this. 

“Great. Anyways, I’ll see you at home!” 

“Byee!!! I’ll see you home, husband!” Scar hung up feeling like a schoolgirl, he started to make his way down to the cafeteria. When he got down there he waved to the lady at the front desk and walked off. Even sick in the head men have class.

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As I make my way towards the cafeteria I prep myself up a tad. Just to make myself as appealing to him as possible. I see him in the cafeteria fidgeting with his hair. Oh what a fine specimen. A beautiful butterfly I cannot wait to captivate even further! I sit down next to him. "You know Zazu…. I heard the strangest thing today." 

  Zazu gulps nervously, I can see the blush on his face arise as does my smirk. "R-really? Now what did you hear?" 

  "My Nephew actually. He's come to grab a job here. Isn't that silly? Some kid with no life experience dipping his hands into the unknown business of the industry?" 

  His smile starts to rise a bit. What was he smiling for? A new hope? Hah! As if that will ever happen. He starts to speak in the happiest I've seen him. It's almost….cute. "I knew he'd come back for us! Just you wait Scar he'll take down this hell hole once and for all!" He keeps rambling but I stopped caring. 

  "OH! Zazu yes I could listen ALLLL day to your useless ramblings but fortunately I'm too tired to listen! You understand right sweetie?" I gently place my arm around him as I can feel him shrink in my grasp. He finally shuts up. 

  I keep my hand on his shoulder, I scoot closer to him. Making him feel trapped, feel vulnerable. He's at his weakest when he's cornered. Physically and Mentally. He just looks at me with those scared eyes again. Oh how I love them. Zazu whimpers out in fear. "Y-yes sir I understand." 

  "Good. Simba can never become a CEO here, you know that right darling? I mean he's so uneducated." 

  Zazu nods, looking down. "Yeah I suppose so…" 

  "Now, how about we look at his records shall we? Nala sent me all of what he could get on him! It's rather juicy." 

Zazu looks at me with those fearful eyes and just nods as I pull up his records. 

  His records consisted of school detentions, ISS, OSS, Crimes, and even acts of vandalism! He sure takes after me I'll give him that, except for the part where he dropped out. Wonder why. I mean his grades were terrible and so his attitude so I couldn't IMAGINE why! I just read away with Zazu. 

Zazu's POV 

  I read it all. All of the terrible things this kid has done. I felt heartbreak. His father would be so disappointed in the way he's acted, but then again it makes sense as to why he's done all of this. Scar has his hand on my back and I stay still. 

  Scar showing affection is like a pet laying on your lap. In order for them to stay their, you have to be as careful as possible. One slip up and they're gone, and you'll never know when they'll do it again. "Wow… he has… quite the history Scar!" I chuckle nervously.

  "Oh yes a history indeed. I trust you with this information, this means I care about you deeply my….love." 

  My heart flutters. "M-my love?" 

  "Yes, My love." 

  He slowly leans in. Our faces moments apart. I always hope that he'll kiss me in public one day, but as always he pulls away and so does his hand. He's like a drug I tell you, but he's my drug and no one else's I hope. I know he has a husband but he's admitted to me he doesn't even love him as much as me. We go to the theater together and spend time. We do many things together… Oh dear Mufasa would be so disappointed in me. He speaks up. "Well it's my time to leave and get back to work. I'll see you at the desk Zazu." 

  He starts to walk off but then looks at me. "By the way, change that outfit. It looks… chubby on you." He slams the door. 

  God my anxiety is getting to me at this point. I can't tell if he loves me or not. Maybe he's saying that as constructive criticism! Yeah! Of course. I shake my head and remember Simba. I need to talk to him again, and his guardians. I sure as hell will give them a stern talking to,. 

  I grab my things and head to my desk typing away at my computer at the emails Scar has gotten. Low pay, horrible conditions, threats of suing, ect. None of them will be answered. Those threats are mere threats. We pat our employees too low for them to be able to hire a lawyer. 

  As my shift ends I call it a night and head off. I already printed out Simba's address and start to head off. 

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I made it downstairs, eyes red, and breath shaky. I cannot believe I couldn’t even speak to my own uncle! I wish I wasn’t so stupid. How do I tell them??? Timon and Pumbaa.. how do they find out I broke down.. I’m absolutely not fit to work here.

I walk my way home, but before I walk to the house I'm headed to the corner store. 

I walk into the shitty 7/11, my eyes glaring at anybody working there tonight. “Welcome to 7/11 what do you want.?” Said the worker, “I guess some gum?” “All out.” I let out a dramatic sigh, “Nigga it’s behind you.” “Woah! Didn’t need to say that, jesus…” He hands me the gum and I snatch it out of his hands, and give him his 3 dollars. I walked out with my head screaming, I needed medicine for this headache..

When I get home I walk in, and then remember everything from today. Today was shit, Pumbaa was cooking and Timon was probably out, because the car was gone. I guess Pumbaa didn’t hear me open the door, not until I walked near the stairs.

“Simba! Sorry I like,.. Didn’t hear you..” He said turning around, “It’s cool.” I turn back to the living room and sit down, “How was the Job thing?” I knew I felt comfortable enough to talk to my Guardians about how shitty it was, but it would be embarrassing to be like ‘Yeah it was great I cried! And embarrassed myself in front of my own uncle!’ I hate feeling like an embarrassment to my own family…. I just ruin everything. I can't even talk to people without lashing out, this isn't Timon or Pumbaa’s fault… I did this by myself, and they tried to fix it. But I'm beyond fixing. Anyways.. Back to the question Pumbaa had for me, how long have I been sitting and staring at him? I’m so embarrassing ..

“I mean… I got the job?” I said looking around, “Oh! That's great Simba!!!” He smiled,  “Wait.. Why’d you sound unsure about it..?” My eyes widened but then I sighed, I couldn't even look at my own guardian.. I could feel my eyes feeling like I was gonna cry again, “I mean, I dunno.. I just, I.. I broke down.. and I just… guess he gave me the job because i’m related to him, and because of pity..” I sighed, the room got uncomfortable and quiet.. “Oh.. I’m sorry.. Do you like.. wanna talk about it..?” He sounded sincere, but it felt fake. I shrugged, and then I heard a car pull up to the house. Must’ve been Timon.. I wonder how he would feel about this.

The door unlocked, and he walked in, Timon looked kinda tired.. but like.. easily pissed tired. “Hey Timon!” I looked up and saw Pumbaa get and give Timon a hug and a kiss, Timon smiled slightly. “Hi! Oh hey simba! How’d it go with the job thing?” I groaned, Timon looked at me with worried eyes. “Did something happen that I missed..??” He said, I got up and started to head for my room again. “I got the job. That’s all you need to know.”

With Simba in his room Timon and Pumbaa have a small conversation…

“Why do I miss everything…” Timon said, sitting down on the couch. “I mean.. nothing happened.. he just had a breakdown, and he was gonna tell me about it.. Until you got home..” Pumbaa said.

Timon was kinda hurt. Did Simba not trust him? Was it because of this morning? “Oh.. I feel bad about this morning… I really should apologize to him. But he’ll most likely yell at me. And I kinda don’t wanna deal with that?” Pumbaa nodded. “You two have been beefing lately. What's up with that??”

Timon sighed, “I don't know!! I’m sorry for raising my voice, I just don't know! I’m really trying here, and he only likes you. It’s been like this since we got him. It isn't fair, what have I done wrong?? I’m trying to understand him, but he won't let me!” There was silence. 

Followed by Timon saying Sorry a couple times, Pumbaa put his hand on Timon’s shoulder and looked at him. They looked at each other with caring eyes. Like nothing could ever break between them. Pumbaa started to lean in for a kiss, until there was a knock on the front door. 

“Fuck.” Timon said, “It’s okay! we’ll make out later!” Pumbaa said in a half joking tone. Timon got up and went to the door, opening it to see.. 

“Zazu..?” 

“Timon?..”

There was an awkward silence, Timon didn’t know what to do.. What on earth was he doing here?! He hadn’t seen Zazu in like.. Forever… “I uh…” Zazu said, fidgeting with his hair, but in one hand he had.. papers??? What was happening.

“Can I come in?” Zazu said. Timon looked around and then back at Zazu, he wanted to make up a lie and say ‘Something is kinda happening right now.’ but that totally wouldn’t work. “Sure..” Timon said, leading Zazu to the couch, Zazu looked around and saw tons of pictures of Simba, Timon, and Pumbaa.

“So..? What's with the papers..?” Timon said. “Well.. when Simba got the job interview he got the job on the spot obviously! But when me and Scar had checked his records.. they were pretty bad.. And I wanted to come by and see what was up. I do care about him, yknow?” Zazu had a point, but it was honestly so sudden. Timon sat there giving a blank stare. “Right…” Timon said, squinting his eyes. Pumbaa went over and gave a slight smile. “Hi Zazu! We haven't seen you in forever!! Oh my gosh how are you?”

Zazu shrugged, “I'm alright. But we're here to talk about Simba. What have you two been teaching him??? He literally has crimes on his records and robberies… What have you two done?” Timon and Pumbaa looked at each other, and looked away. “Well… We tried.. I tried! Zazu when you gave us a kid, without warning! From two teenagers, what the hell were you expecting!!” Timon was so done with this. He’s been trying to help Simba sense the start, but he doesn't want his help, so what else can he do? 

Pumbaa nodded, agreeing with him. Zazu understood, kinda. “I mean I get it but, you couldn’t stop him? He broke the windows of three walmarts. And literally had a mugshot at age 16…” Zazu said, Timon squinted. Pumbaa gave Zazu a strange look. 

“Zazu.. we take the blame for his actions, but when you give two teens fresh out of school.. Do you think we could handle a kid.?” 

Timon shot a look at Pumbaa, he remembered the day very clearly. 

“Pumbaa. You wanted him too.” Timon said, “I never said I didn't.. I’m just saying, why us, you know?” Timon glared at him, “No. I don’t.” Zazu watched it unfold, he started feeling guilty about this.. but it was his fault, he gave his friends a kid unalarmed and then did think it would be okay. 

“Okay.. Well, can I see Simba?” Pumbaa and Timon look at each other, “I mean, if he isn't in a bad mood then.. Yeah-” Timon said, “But if he is, then no.” Pumbaa agreed, nodding to what Timon said. Zazu sighed softly, this was all very annoying.. “I’ll see what I can do!” Zazu said, getting up and then realizing, “Wait, where's his room..?” Zazu said, Timon sighed and got up and led him to Simba’s room. 

When they had got there Timon patted Zazu on the back as a ‘Be careful’ type thing, he walked back downstairs. Leaving Zazu there, he knocked on Simba’s door. “What?” Simba replied. “Hey.. I don't know if you remember me.. but I'm Zazu.. And I work at King Of The Jungle Inc., and when me and Scar had seen your records.. Alarmed me to say the least..!” He said he could hear Simba groan, but it wasn't an angry one. 

“I guess.. You can come in.” He said unlocking his door.

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  "Now I do have some concerns regarding your records. I just need an explanation for why and…. How-" I chuckle nervously. 

  Simba just looked at me with a neutral face that I cannot read. He slowly nods as I quietly walk in. "...So you broke a Walmart window?-" 

  "3-5 times yeah." He said it so confidentially. Like he was proud of his criminal record. If only his father could see him now. I look around at his room. It's so dirty and unkempt. Like him. I shake my head and turn back to Simba. "That's… uh… not such a good thing you know." 

  His nuteral face is shattered by a growing frown. He looks like he wants to yell. I hope he doesn't. The boy refuses to say anything so I keep on explaining what his criminal record is so fat, not that he doesn't know. As I explain calmly that this might be a problem when or comes to working with other people he keeps staring at me. Not like a angry stare-no- more like a confused stare. He doesn't remember too much does he? God that's terrible. "You're still hired, but I just wanted to double check on your records for the safety of others."

 "...He hates me doesn't he?"

  "I beg your pardon Simba?" 

  "My uncle- Scar- he hates me. Disappointed in me isn't he. After everything that's happened. He's so ashamed of me. He knows I deserve all of this." 

  Jesus this poor kid. I wish I could tell him really I do. His uncle never fucking cared for his well being. He just wanted the damn company. Oh Simba I'm so sorry for everything he's done- I've done. I want to cry right here and explain it all, but he has me under surveillance and contract and… heart-. 

  I simply shake my head no as I keep on a neutral face. I don't have the heart to put on a joyful one. "Nono he doesn't hate you. He's just concerned in his own way."

  Simba looks away, obviously rolling his eyes. "Yeah right-" Before I could say another word he turns to me with tears pricking his eyes. "Why the fuck did you leave me here?" 

  That I was not expecting I scoot away from him.  "I-I-I- Just can't deal with kids in my house is all! And besides I knew your father's were a great fit-" 

  "A GREAT FIT WOULD MEAN STRAIGHT A's AND A GOOD WORKING JOB FOR ME DAMMIT!" 

I look in shock as he starts to have a meltdown. 

  "A GREAT FIT WOULD MEAN I WOULDN'T BE IN THE STREETS EVERY NIGHT FIGHTING FOR PEOPLE WHO DON'T CARE FOR ME. IT WOULD MEAN I WOULDN'T FALL ASLEEP IN CLASS EVERYDAY BECAUSE I'M TOO DROWSY TO EVEN THINK. IT WOu-would mean I had my parents back and they'd. … they'd love me again." He looks down.

  "And we'd eat steak and my dad would scuffle my hair as I take bites that are way to big for me but I still ate them because I needed the meat on my bones. And mom would laugh and tell me how strong I am." 

  "...and dad would be proud of me."

  I stand up, looking at his cries for help, but today they go unanswered. I close the door and walk away. I know I should've helped him, and all but what else was I supposed to do?! The kid just kinda…cried in front of me and I'm not good with crying. 

  I then talk to Timon and Pumbaa like nothing happened. Like he was ok and that I just got back from a healthy and not sad conversation. I share a donut with them as I part ways. 

  Walking back to the station I realize my mistakes. Why didn't I take him in.i should have- but then Scar would've found out. He would've killed me along with the kid if that was the case. I shiver at that thought.

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Scar and Zira had been a couple for 5 months now at this point, happy enough with where they were and how they felt. Well, Zira was happy. Scar started realizing late in the relationship, he didn’t like women.. At least not romantically.. Scar would start meeting with Sherekhan, his at the time ‘bestest friend with benefits’. Zira had no idea, Scar truly didn’t care, but there was one small problem ..

Scar had been having sex with Zira as well.. and unluckily enough.. She got pregnant.

When Scar had found out. He knew he was doomed, he had to take care of a kid. And keep having an affair, because nothing would stop him from getting what he wanted.

Sherekhan and Scar had stopped seeing each other during the 9 months of the pregnancy. They still hung out but didn't have sex, the worst 9 months of Scar’s life. Finally when his son was born.. he realized how much of a mistake this was. His son's name was Nuka. Now Scar didn't hate the kid. He just was very resentful because of the fact that he couldn’t be a true father to him. 

Finally, when Nuka was born Scar kept seeing Sherekhan frequently again. He remained uncaught, until one day.

Scar was getting his things he needed to go see Sherekhan, he usually did this when it was late night. Or when Zira was thinking he was at work. But Scar didn't even think Nuka would be awake. 

“Dad..?” Said Nuka, he may be 8 at the moment.. but he's very smart. Scar slowly turned, he gulped slightly, but then he realized he's a kid! He won’t do anything he's not expecting. “Hey Nuka! Why aren't you in bed?” “Because I heard you!” “Oh..! Well dad’s just going out for the night.! I’ll see you tomorrow!” 

“But you leave every night dad! Why can't you take me with you?” Scar sighed, “Because it's grown up business! A little one like you can’t be bothered by it!” Scar said and patted Nuka on the shoulder, Scar turned him to his room, and walked out of the house. 

Scar sighed, he didn’t need his son knowing about this..  But as Scar got into his car, he hadn’t realized Zira glaring out of the window. Now Zira didn’t walk and follow she had a car of her own.. but she needed to stay undercover. She called for a friend.. 

“Hey.. Can I get a car? It’s for a personal reason. I need it Now. ” She said to her phone, 5 Minutes later the car was there. She hopped in and followed where Scar was headed. She started realizing.. This wasn’t his workplace. This was a guy's house..

She parked her car near the house.

 She hid, and saw Scar? Walking in a man's house and giving a taller guy a hug.. That lasted 4 minutes .

She crawled near the house and peaked through the window..

It was Scar.. and SHEREKHAN?????!!!! HAVING A MAKEOUT SESSION??!!

Scar was enjoying this kiss too, like he didn’t get anything he wanted at home. Zira was enraged and emotions were everywhere. She went up to the door, and kicked on it. Leaving prints of her shoe on the door. She didn't care.

“OPEN THIS DOOR SCAR OMARI! I KNOW YOU'RE IN HERE!” She screamed. Scar and Sherekhan stopped, Scar groaned. “Quietly.. upstairs..” He said, Sherekhan shaked his head no “I’m not letting her fuck up my door.” Sherekhan said, quietly yelling. “I don’t care! I will pay for your replacement!” Scar yelled back. Sherekhan sighed in agreement, he grabbed Scar by the arm and dragged him upstairs.

Zira was doing a good amount of damage to the door, she wouldn’t give up. “IF THREATENING YOU WON'T WORK… THEN I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO BE HONEST.” She screamed, Scar groaned.

Zira went back around and got a rock. She threw it at the window and broke it open, climbing through the window she made her way upstairs, she looked around for the room. She felt sick. Why would he do this to her?? 

It had only been 7 minutes, she finally found their room. When she walked in, she saw them.. being too close. WITHIN 7 MINUTES. They were having sex. And she stood there. Shocked. 

They hadn’t even noticed her. “I want a divorce. ” She said clenching her fists. Scar looked at her and made Sherekhan stop for a second. 

“Oh I'm sorry..” He said, “Oh wait! I don’t care! What a nice and freeing thought, isn’t it?” He said he was evil. Sick in the head and just overall terrible. “TAKE YOUR THINGS AND GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” She screamed, “Already did babes.” He said.

Zira stood there.. feeling stupid. she was sick to her stomach. She ran out of the house and went to the car. She sat there in the car for a good while. She vowed to herself.. she would never trust another man. But it was weird, because she still loved and respected him? It was a ugly feeling. She wished it wasn’t like this.

Finally she drove home, she saw a light on.  She unlocked the door and saw Nuka on the couch “NUKA YOU IDIOT! Get to bed. NOW.”  She yelled at him, Nuka looked at her confused as ever.. he got up and went to his room. Zira sat on the couch and tried to rethink everything from tonight. But there was no changing it.

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I grab the wine bottle I had been saving for me and Scar’s anniversary. Like that will come anytime soon. I start to chug it down. I can’t believe it. I can’t FUCKING BELEIVE IT! After chugging the wine bottle I throw it at the sink, causing it to break on impact. I….He… that BASTARD! I can’t wrap my head around this. Why did he do this?! Was it me? HELL NO IT WASN’T ME! I can feel my face getting hot from all of this. I can feel myself shaking, and I can feel tears dripping from my eyes. I always hated crying. “Why…” 

I can hear Nuka upstairs shifting in his bed. It’s all his fault. Maybe if he wasn’t born Scar would love me. He would give me those sweet kisses before he’d say goodbye and head off to work. He’d send me flowers because he knows daisies are my favorites. He’d…. He’d still be with me. Maybe this kid tore our family apart so he started to experiment. He was bored of me and needed someone else. 

 I hear Nuka come downstairs, that fucking destroyer. He speaks softly as if mockingly. “Mom… where’s Dad at?” 

I try and search for more alcohol in the house. “Out of our fucking lives now thanks to you.” 

I hear the kid gasp and whimper. What a stupid kid. “Look Nuka MAYBE if you didn’t question your father in the middle of the night he would still fucking BE HERE!” I find a bottle of vodka and start to take sips. “You’re a worthless piece of shit and I regret the day I found out you were in my stomach. You made me trashy Nuka.”

I can tell Nuka was disheartened but i didn’t care. He deserved all of these words. SCar would be here if it wasn’t for him. Nuka then whispers softly. “Mom I- how is that-....m-my fault? I don’t-”

“You fucking know what you did. You ruined him and me. Your constant whining makes him irritated, which is why he became…. Different in his choices.” 

“What do you mean mom- I don’t”

I slam the empty vodka bottle on the counter. “ OH MY FUCKING GOD CAN YOU SHUT UP?! Wahhh I don’t understand because i’m a little bitch boy who HATES HIS FATHER AND WANTS HIS MOTHER TO SUFFER! YOU’RE A FUCKING DISGRACE YOU KNOW THAT. I REGRET THE DAY YOU WERE BORN HOW DO YOU NOT GET THAT?! MAYBE BECAUSE YOU HAVE A FUCKING PEANUT BRAIN!”

He starts to tear up. I can see him shivering. Good. “M-Mom I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do all of this.”

I roll my eyes. “No of course you didn’t. You just meant to tear us apart right?” 

“MOM! N-no I didn’t! Mommy I want to be a good son just- please tell me what I need to do.” He pleads and cries like a dope. 

“How about you drink a gallon of arsenic.” I grab another bottle of alcohol. I don’t care what he does at this point. As long as he leaves me alone. I just- 

I need to be alone.

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It had been the first sunny day in forever in New York, people were out and about and things were definitely moving.

Especially one guy in particular who had just come back from a long trip in Philippines, with his friends. He was happy to be back in New York. He walked to a coffee shop that was surprisingly pretty empty. “Hello sir, what would you like today?”  Said the Barista. “Hmm… I’ll take a… Caramel coffee? Just somethin’ to wake me up! You understand stand?” He said, The barista nodded. “What’s the name gonna be?” “Iago!” The barista nodded and went back to get Iago’s coffee. 

“Alright here you go!” Said the worker, Iago paid and off he went. The last time he was in New York was 8 years ago. He hoped people remembered him. 

Iago had been walking to nowhere really for a while, until he ran into King Of The Jungle.Inc Iago stared in awe. “Nice.. I don’t remember this being here though.” Iago chuckled to himself. Iago debated if he should go in or not.. He ultimately decided not to. He walked around nearby though. 

Iago realized. He doesn’t have a home. “Wait! Maybe they're hiring?” Iago said, running back to the Building.  Iago walked in.. he realized how unprofessional he looked, but like he even cared? He went to the desk and rang the bell, about 18 times..

“My apologies, sir! I’ll get you to Mr. Omari in 14 minutes! I’m really busy..!” Said the worker.. Iago felt he knew who he was. Like that face was one of his friends. “Hey Hey! Wait-?” “Oh! Huh?” Said the other male. “Wait a minute…” Iago looked him up and down “Zazu?” He said.

“How do you.. know my name?” Said Zazu. Iago looked away, “Do you like.. Not remember me? I’m Iago?” Zazu looked at him, scanning him like a robot.  “Uh.. We can talk when I'm on break! Will you still be here?” Zazu said. Iago nodded, he took a seat and went on his phone. He really had missed a lot, like since when did Zazu work he..? Unless he always did and he never noticed.. Which is most likely the correct answer. 

While Iago waited, Zazu got to work and about 30 minutes later he came back and was surprised to see Iago there still..

“Hi! Sorry I took so long-..” “Hey don’t worry, it's okay!” Zazu smiled  like nobody ever told him it's okay before. “Anyways.. You said you were Iago?” Iago nodded, “Hmm.. Tell me a memory from when we first met maybe?” Zazu said, “Uh.. we met in middle school, And we were assigned buddies for the school trip? And we talked.. You don’t remember?” 

“That's vague.. I’m not sure I can remember that..” “Uh okay.. we went to the same coffee shop together everyday when we left highschool.. I know one of your special interests is the author's story on making a certain craft and not the Book itself..” Zazu was shocked, he hadn’t really told anybody about that.. Zazu tried remembering.. But it was in a corner of his brain he tried to block out.

Then something struck. “Oh my goodness.. You were my prom date?” Zazu said. “Yeah..” Iago said. “Gosh.. I’m so sorry Iago! I totally couldn't remember you for a while.. So where have you been?” “Philippines with my friends.. Y’know chillin’. What about you?” Zazu looked around.. truly nothing had changed except his closest friend died and he knew it was his fault.  “I mean not much… Just there's a new CEO here..” Zazu said, “Cool, what happened to Mufasa?” Iago said. Zazu shut him up fast, nobody was supposed to say his name within the building. Or ever for Zazu’s case.  “Don’t say his name. Scar could be anywhere.” Zazu whispered. “That’s creepy-..” Iago chuckled, he really thought Zazu was exaggerating.

“It’s not funny.” “Oh” 

“Well.. I’m off break.. Sorry! I’ll see you another time maybe?” Zazu said. “We could eat breakfast?” Iago suggested Zazu smiled and nodded. Zazu nodded and went off. 

Iago walked out the building feeling a piece of him wasn't.. Right? 

Why didn’t Zazu seem like.. Zazu..? maybe his memory of him was screwed.. But he felt there was something up.. I guess people change a bit when you leave for 8 years.. 

As Iago walked out of the building he went on his way to find a hotel to crash at until he found himself a house.  He was literally so bored when he got there, nobody to talk to and just white walls and silence.. The only thing he heard were his thoughts. Which was definitely not helping lighten the mood, he kept thinking about Zazu.. and for what..???? 

Iago stayed up. Scrolling through any social media app, he wished he told Zazu his number.. Or where he was staying… Now that he thinks about it… He’s probably still working. Iago got up and put his shoes on and ran out the hotel, he sped walked to the building. Good thing it wasn’t far, when he got there it said closed but that wouldn’t stop him. 

He went behind and went through the back door.. but now he didn’t know where he was. He walked around. It was really dark but not dark enough to not see.. Finally he made it to the front. He looked around to find Zazu, maybe he was off and it was closed. And he just broke and entered… He rang the bell. As loud as he could, he didn’t care about getting caught. 

He heard someone, Iago was slightly nervous but prayed it wasn’t anybody like the CEO or something… Someone touched his shoulder. Iago reacted a bit too fast, and punched whoever was behind him. Hard enough to make them fall… “OH SHIT! ZAZU I’M SO SORRY!” When he turned he saw him on the floor. “What the HELL was that for??!!” Zazu said getting up with a huge bruise on his right cheek. “Oh… shit.. yeah that's a bad bruise..” Iago said, Zazu groaned. “Why are you even here? Only I stay this late-..” Zazu questions him. “Why would you even stay this late?? It’s 1 AM?” Zazu looked around before answering. “Scar..” He whispered quietly.. “What a bitch.” “NONONO!! You can’t say that!” “Why what will he do..? Come from the shadows and kill me?” Iago joked, “Probably..” Said Zazu.

“Why are you here??” Said Zazu, Iago shrugged. “Because I just missed you so much I guess.” Iago was jokingly flirting, Zazu couldn’t tell, he smiled, “Really?” He said. “Sure.” Iago said, “Anyways-! I actually came to tell you my number. I’m bored and also because you should definitely stay with me at my hotel!” Zazu smiled at that, he was flattered.. “I would love to! But there’s a problem.. It’s Scar.. He doesn’t like me seeing other guys..” “What are you two dating?” “I wish sometimes..” Zazu said sadly. “But anyways.. If I were to go home with you he’d be upset with you and me.. Especially you because he like doesn't know you.” “C’mon ZuZu be a daredevil will ya’??” Iago clearly didn't understand what would happen if Zazu left with him. “I guess I will…” Iago smiled at that, “GREAT!!!!” He grabbed Zazu by the hand and dragged him out of the building, taking him to the hotel. When they got there Zazu seemed.. Uncomfortable. “Zu? You okay..?” Zazu started fidgeting with his hands.

He was definitely worried “It’s just I dont wanna get in trouble with Scar is all..” Zazu said, “You’re how old?” “23 going on 24..?” “Exactly a grown ass man. Afraid of him???” Iago said. Zazu sighed.. He was right.. but Scar was threatening. “I know silly I know.. I just.. I love him.. and I don't know why? He treats me so wrong and so right. I sound crazy don’t I?” Iago chuckled “Kinda..” Zazu sighed, “I’m  tired.” Zazu said, yawning and lying on the bed. “Night Zuzu.” Iago smiled. 

Only response he got was the hum of Zazu saying good night back.

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During Scars divorce it wasn't easy. He didn't care to fight for his kid and neither did his mom, but she got him regardless. After the court date Scar sat with Sherekhan on the staircase. He gently pats his back. 

  I look at my husband with a conflicted expression. "So… I guess I don't get any money from this… What a waste of time."

  He looks at me and shrugs, I can tell he's joking as he gives me a so what as a response. He doesn't understand that child support is a thing and that now I need to pay it to that Witch. I can feel him looking at me, "Scar, are you upset about your kid?" 

  I look at him appalled at what he said. "Why would I be?" 

  Sherekhan continues. "Well he is your kid and that lady seems not the best for him. We could've took enough him in you know. I know he's not mine but-" 

  "Exactly, he's not yours so drop it. I don't care about that child. He was obnoxious and messy. He was a mistake. I'm pretty sure my ex blames our child on the fact that I am like this." 

  I ponder at that sentence. We both sit up and start to drive home. As I'm driving I pass by this old run down diner. Sherekhan looks at it and gasps. "No way that's where we all use to hangout! Remember Scar? We called it the Pocket edition because of the shit we'd steal from people!" 

  Ah yes I remember it quite fondly.  A long time ago when I was a child. 

Flashback 

  Kaa, Sherekhan, Hiss, John, and Scar are sitting at a table in a diner called Patches. They all ordered various fast food meals and start to talk among each other, loudly. 

  Kaa starts off as he's eating his fries with mustard. "So, you guys still on for Walmart? I think we should steal a cart and tell the workers we brought it from home." 

  John bellows at that before nodding his head. " Of COURSE I am K. What are we gonna do with the shopping cart after though?" 

  Everyone in the group discusses what to do and how to steal the cart exactly. John suggest to throw the cart in a lake, but then what's the point if stealing it. Sherekhan says to tell the employees that we didn't want to have a dirty cart and everyone agreed to that joke. They were laughing and having a good time before Scar rolls his eyes playfully. "Oh come on this is common prom girl shit!" 

  Hiss shrugs at him as the group quiets down after Scar's words. "So what if it is?! It's fun right? And maybe instead of giving it to someone in particular,  we can melt it down and get it turned into jewelry?" 

  Scar doesn't hate that at all but everyone else laughs as Hiss slithers back in response. Sherekhan speaks in a proud voice. "What are we gay?!" 

  …the group is silent. 

  Scar breaks it. "Beside that matter I think it would be cool. We then all have a piece of said shopping cart and it'll remind us of our friendship. It's like a friendship bracelet but not gay." 

  Hiss nods his head agreeing with it. "Exactly! It's a memory and it'll be irreplaceable! It's like a bond for all of us! You guys are just mad because you don't wanna admit how much we all love each other!" He does a bunch of kissing sounds as everyone laughs at his antics 

  Sherekhan finally comes around and decides to do it with all of them. He chooses down on his steakburger. "Fine fine. But only because Scar said! He usually has all of the good ideas." 

  In that moment Scar thinks about that line. He looks down at his food and smiles at his words. The group of course compliments each other from time to time but with him it's different. He couldn't explain it then but he knew it meant more. Everyone finishes their lunch, but before they leave they all look at the people who stared at them and how loud they were. 

  In that moment they smirk before they scatter throughout the diner to apologize. As they apologize they quietly steal wallets and money in pockets. Like a common their would of course. They pay their meal and exit the diner with a good bit of cash. 

  As Scar drives his car around they head to Walmart and proceed with their plan. Scar takes a cart while no one is looking and enters with it, everyone puts in snacks and drinks. Scar saw a little crown sticker for cars and decides to grab it as well. They pay for their order and load up the car. 

  Sherekhan looks at them, the car loaded with snacks. "....so where's the cart gonna go?" 

  They all look at eachother collectively and shrug. 

  "Maybe… we just stuff it in!" 

  "Nono Kaa that's stupid…. OHH!! We can put it in someone's lap!" 

  "John shut the fuck up you're even more stupid." 

  Everyone argues and where the cart should go before Scar has an idea. He raises his hand as to tell everyone to shut up. And to his surprise they did. He clears his throat. "Guys, let's just tie it to the top of the car and dash out of here!" 

  Sherekhan nods in agreement as he grabs some rope. Everyone starts to tie it and the cart looks about as good as it can get. "See guys? Scar has the greatest ideas!" Sherekhan says slapping Scars back in approval. 

  Everyone agrees before an employee asks them about the cart they look at each other before getting into the car and slamming on the gas petal. Scar starts laughing as everyone celebrates how they actually got away with it. Scar speaks. "Okokok, my dad has something that burns metal and shit so I can use that and bring it to a professional!" 

  The gang nods as he starts to take everyone home. One by one they all get dropped off. One by one as Scar dreaded his return home. The final person was Sherekhan. He looks at Scar as he pulls into the driveway. "...Need help putting it in the car? We can put the seats down so it'll fit." 

  Scar sighs in relief and nods. They proceed to park in Sherekhan's driveway and start to load the cart into the car now that the seats are down. As Scar and Sherekhan carefully place the cart into the car, they start to discuss life in general and how it's a pain in the ass. Scar starts to vent. "My Dad wants me to be as great as my brother but I'm not and I'll never be,and that's honestly ok with me. I like who I am now and I like this freedom." 

  "Do you think you'll get the business?" 

  Scar exhales heavily. "No. Why would I? After all I'm just the mistake." 

  Sherekhan places a gentle hand upon his back. They stare into another's eyes as Sherekhan speaks in a light tone. "You're not a mistake. You're a wonder to be around. Everyday I'm glad I met you and I can tell you'll do great things one day. Scar you're my favorite in the group for a reason." 

  Scar's mind paused in that moment and all of those feelings came back. He can feel his face get hot. Is he… blushing? He doesn't think of it as he finally puts the cart in fully. They exchange a hug and Scar is off back to his house. 

End of flashback

  Those were better times I must say, but I can't complain now. That was just teenage crushing. I stare at the metal chains we both wear. My husband's is kept wide in the open whilst mine is tucked away under my shirt. "Hey babe you good? You haven't spoken in like- 10 minutes." 

  My train of thought stops and the memory fades back into the memory bank. I look at him and smile coldly. "Yes I'm quite alright, just thinking about the past." 

  Sherekhan looks worries. He seems distressed when I told him. "Oh…good or bad past memories?" 

  "Good ones. Very nice ones." 

  He nods and turns up the radio as we sing to it and talk. I look at him and smile. A genuine one, and just for a moment I felt that teenage love once more. 

What a funny feeling.

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Kaa hadn’t left the house in almost 6 weeks. He hadn’t moved, he hadn’t changed, or showered. It had been 6 weeks, and he couldn’t move. Something in him made him unable to do anything, he felt like a major failure. He wished things could get better but they wouldn’t because he didn’t wanna change.

Kaa had been an addict for almost his entire life, from freshman year to now. He was 26 now, all his friends had given up on him, and he would too if he could see from their point of view. His head was pounding, he hadn’t slept, like barley… it was the mixture of the pills, and the weed. Not a safe mixture.. Like at all. The hallucinations would get worse everyday, well everything got worse everyday.

About 5 hours went by, and finally. Kaa got up, his mind started racing as soon as he sat up he grabbed his head and closed his eyes, hoping that if he did this it would end. And it did, after 12 minutes. 

Kaa stood up and walked around his whole house 3 times. It was really just his routine, he stopped and landed at his living room. He saw his phone there overheating due to the charger, he unplugged it and looked at his phone. He saw 90 missed calls from ‘Hiss 🐍’ Kaa looked at his phone confused.. He thought Hiss had cut all contact with him..? Or at least he thought. 

Kaa called him back and sighed. Why did he even call him..?

Finally Hiss picked up, “Hello..?” Said Kaa, Hiss did a sigh of relief “OH MY GOSH.. YOU ARE ALIVE!!!” Hiss said happily. “Shockingly.” Kaa replied, “I’m sorry for calling you so much, I just heard about you not leaving the house from Sherekhan… I got worried-..” Kaa sighed, “Are you okay?” Said Hiss softly, “I mean.. I havent left my house in 6 weeks and havent gotten up from my bed so.. I dunno! I think my week has been great!” He said sarcastically. Hiss made a ‘oh..!’ sound. “I'm fine. I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?” Hiss said, “No.” Kaa replied. “How about this… Maybe I can check in on you every once in a while?” Hiss said happily, Kaa groaned “Sure I don't care. Bye” He said “Oh! By-” Kaa hung up before Hiss could finish. He was so tired.. of everything, and everyone he got up and went to his bathroom and opened a drawer, and saw a bottle of pills, he opened them and took a good amount of the pills. Honestly he didn’t even know what drug they were.. if it was his actual medication, or lsd. He didn’t really care either way.

A couple minutes passed and he realized… it was definitely NOT medication. The room changed, his mind was racing and he was sweating when it was so cold in his house.  Hallucinations formed later but that was also because his meds made him do that occasionally.. Maybe he had a mixture. Kaa tried to stand so he could sleep this off but he fell to the floor, everything had turned black and white and everything outside got loud. He heard everything. people speaking cars going. The floor sounds and the house sounds were ugly noises.

Unreluctantly he eventually fell into a deep sleep.. But his dreams… were just starting to get weird. 

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Simba woke up the next morning remembering everything from last night. He groaned and went downstairs, Timon and Pumbaa weren’t awake yet. What a shock.. What time was it anyways? Simba went over to the stove and looked at the time, 5 AM. Sunrise. This is the earliest he’d woken up ever, Simba decided to go out for a walk or something like that. 

He went up to his room to get his things, showered and ready. While in the shower he thought about Zazu, Scar, and Nala. Why did all of this have to happen to him? Out of everyone on god's good green of an earth, Why Simba?  

As Simba got out he dried his hair and sighed, he felt tired of it all. 

As he started to walk out of the house he decided maybe to show up at maybe King Of The Jungle Inc. Or maybe just a park, he didnt wanna go anywhere after last night..  Until he got a call from Nala, “Hello?” Simba said, “Hey! Uh.. Scar needs you at the office so like.. you should show up.” “Okay.” Simba hangs up and groans, why does Scar even need him there???? 

Simba walked to his new found ‘Job’ and looked at all the people around him, they looked like they were enjoying their lives for the most part. Suddenly a ball hit his back leg, he turned around and saw a group of boys come up to him. “Uh.. Sorry about that, can we have our ball back..?” Said the tallest boy. “Uh yeah sure, here-” Simba said passing him the ball, “Thanks mister-!” Said the boy, the smallest one stopped them for a moment. “Guys… He looks like the son of that guy who died..” “Roo, that's literally so vague.” Said the tallest boy. Roo sighed, “Dumbo you think that's him too right???” Dumbo shrugged, “GUYS. He didn’t even leave, he heard us.” Said the tallest boy, “No shit mowgli.” “Shut up pinewood.”

Simba stood there with a confused face, “Are you the one whose dad died at the big company?” Roo said to simba softly. “Maybe.” “SEE?? I TOLD YOU GUYS!” Roo yelled, “Bro shut up..!!!” Dumbo said. The boys started walking away with a shocked Simba being left behind. “Does everyone know me..?? For my dad’s death..??” Simba said to nobody. He walked off, but now he wasn’t gonna even go to work. He had other things on his mind

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Zazu was at work, sitting at the front desk, falling asleep.. ever since Scar became CEO less and less people came.. It was getting worse. Zazu got up and went to the elevator, maybe he could convince Scar to let him leave. 

Zazu started to rethink this. He didn’t wanna get on Scar’s bad side last time they got into an argument that ended in violence and blackmail. Finally Zazu got to the right floor, he took a deep breath knowing whatever happens next.. It’s his own fault. He walked into Scars office, “Uh.. Sir..” Scar wasn’t listening to him at the moment.. maybe he was being too quiet, “Sir..” Zazu said louder. “Zazu my dear.. You can call me Scar..” He said with a chuckle. “Sorry…” Zazu said.

“Look Scar.. Nobody has come into work but us two. Nobody else is here.. and I want to go home.” He said nervous about the reply he was about to get.. He looked Scar in the eyes. He looked furious “Zazu. What makes you think you can just walk out of here?” “I-I.. I’m just asking-” “ANSWER ME.” “I-I dont k-know..?! I’m tired o-okay?! Mufasa wouldn’t-” Zazu stopped himself.. He screwed up.. “Run that back again..? Mufasa wouldn’t WHAT ? Ive given you everything you could EVER want and you bring up my piece of shit brother?!” Scar screamed at him.

Zazu backed up and started walking backwards to the door.. Scar walked over to Zazu and grabbed him by the arm. “Let go of me!” Zazu yelled, “Sure.” Scar said he tightened his grip until he heard a SNAP and heard Zazu scream. “I let go. You can leave now.” Zazu Looked at his wrist and then looked at Scar.. He walked out of the room with tears stinging in his eyes. He felt stupid, which he was..  for even trying. He grabbed his things with his probably broken wrist. ‘I should.. go to the hospital.. just get a cast or something..’  Zazu got into his car and sighed. Was it worth trying to gain his love and attention? 

2 hours later..

Zazu was home. The doctor told him his wrist wasn’t broken but sore. Zazu didn’t wanna go back to work.. ever. Work wasn’t a happy place for him anymore. It was hell. If only he was here.. Zazu started to drift to sleep until.. his phone started ringing. Zazu groaned and looked at who called him.. “Iago..?” Zazu whispered. He answered the phone, “Hello..?” “HEYY ZUZU! Hey you wanna come hang with me at my new place! It's pretty big, like Mansion sized!” Iago yelled over the phone, “Sure.” Zazu said, chuckling. “Okay i’ll text you the address!” Iago said, hanging up. Zazu smiled, Iago was.. nice.. to him at least.  When Iago sent the address Zazu looked at the house.. Of course he lied about what it looked like, why was he trying to impress him? We don’t know. 

When zazu got there he went to the door and knocked. “Hey..!” Iago said, “Okay I know I lied about the mansion thing but I just wanted you to like it cause your house is like… Kinda.. big.” Zazu sighed and smiled, “It’s alright Iago.” Iago led Zazu in and then he looked at Zazu's wrist, “Hey what happened to your arm did you like fall or something?” “Yeah! I fell down the stairs of my job! But I'll be okay.” Iago looked at Zazu dead in the eyes. “I was joking.. What actually happened, those are grab marks on your arm-” Zazu stopped him “It's nothing! I'm fine.”  “O-Okay..?” The two went into the living room and hung out there for a while, but it was getting late. And Zazu had work at 6 in the morning ..

“Iago I think I should go..” Zazu said softly. “Why?” Iago looked at him, “So you can go to your shitty job?” Zazu sighs and nods his head. “I need to make money y’know..” “Okay but.. you seem tired. You need a day off.” Zazu smiled at Iago's comment “Very kind of you to say but.. I literally can’t.” Iago sighed, but then he got an idea. “I KNOW! I can help you with the work day!” “You sure you wanna do that?” “Nope! But for you? Yes!” Iago said, Zazu smiled. “I guess you can help.. but I have to get home so I can get ready..” Iago thumbs him up “I dont need anything.. I should go with you!” Iago said, “Sure!” Zazu said happily. For the first time in a minute he’d felt real happiness.

When zazu had got to work with Iago, it was .. a full day today, people were coming into work. Zazu smiled at this. Until Scar texted him, as if he knew he was at work. The text said, ‘Meet me at my office. I need to talk to you.’ Zazu sighed.. “Iago.. I gotta go, I’ll be back.”  “Where?” “My boss?” “Okay.. Be safe- I don't like that guy..”  Iago said, Zazu started to walk away and chuckled to himself and sighed, “I don’t either Iago..” He said to himself quietly.

Zazu had got to Scars office, he gulped and walked through the door, “Zazu.. Zazu Zazu..” “Y-Yes sire..?” “My dear.. I’m so sorry about last night it was wrong of me to do what I did…” Scar said.. Zazu couldn’t tell if he was genuine. “It’s alright Scar reall-” Suddenly Scar pulled Zazu in with a kiss on the lips. Zazu’s eyes widened, he couldn’t pull away.. he felt loved by him for once.  

Downstairs Iago was getting worried for Zazu

He’s been gone for 30 minutes. Where the HELL is he???? Iago started to head up to Scar’s office, or what he assumed was his. When he got there he opened the door gently.. and saw… Zazu shirtless and Scar on top of him… Iago closed the door. “Oh my god.” Iago said he felt nauseous. Iago ran down the stairs, “What the Fuck.” 

40 Minutes later 

Zazu and Scar had finished their little “Session” … Zazu went down stairs, hair a mess and glasses off his face. “H-Hey Iago..!” Iago looked at him, “I saw you guys yknow.” He said coldly.  Zazu’s eyes widened, “I’m sorry.. I didn’t want you to see that I-I -” Iago rolled his eyes, He wouldn’t normally act like this. He only was acting like this because it was Zazu, and he cared about him. And he knew that Scar would treat him terribly. “It’s fine.. But if something happens you let me know alright? I think you should go to your place tonight..” 

Zazu looked at the ground and nodded “Yeah.. Sure…” Zazu said, grabbing his things and going to his car.  Iago felt terrible, but he was mad. Over nothing! Or what he thought was nothing.. 

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“Hey boss! We gotta problem—..” Said a voice opening the door to Scar’s office. “What now, Banzai?”  Scar said, Banzai gulped slightly. “Well uh..- It’s your newphew.. - He quit and told me and Shenzi ‘Hakuna Matata’ and Shenzi looked at me and I was all like ‘I just saw that too’ Wild right?”

Scar looked Banzai dead in the eyes, “HE WHAT? YOU JUST LET HIM WALK AWAY????” Scar yelled. “Boss..! It was just… A Uh.. .. We got stunned!” Scar came from around his desk and got closer to Banzai very slowly, like he was about to pounce on him like a lion. Scar swiftly grabbed Banzai by the collar.

“I don’t know why I trust you mangey fools to help with anything.” Scar said coldly, letting go of Banzai.  Scar walked away and went downstairs to the front, leaving Banzai there to himself.

Scar went to the cafe and saw Nala. Perfect. “Nala, I need to speak to you for a moment.” Scar said walking to her, Nala could sense there was something wrong. She didn’t like what he was doing, “Yes sir?” “Simba.. He quit. And I need you to bring him back here. I need him here for.. sentimental reasons…” He said, “I.. Okay..” She said.

“When do I need to get him?” “Today.” Scar said walking away with a smile on his face, nothing would stop his plans. Nothing. Nala thought to herself ‘How does he think I can prove to Simba to come back within today??’ She thought. This stupid job made her sick. If only it wasn’t tradition for the Latest female to work at this god forsaken company..

Nala walked out of the office and tried to go off and Simba.

Now as Scar walked back to his office he saw Zazu standing near his office, “Good Afternoon, dear.” Scar said softly while walking into his office, those words made Zazu follow Scar quickly into his office. “Good afternoon, sir!” He replied “Dear, I need you to do me a favor and call an old friend of mine.” Scar said coldly, “Who may that be, if I should even ask?” “None of your business, just bring me the phone.” 

Zazu went to grab the phone, he didn’t know if he wanted to stay in the room while he called this person… He also was worried for Iago, they hadn’t spoken in about 4 weeks. As he watched Scar dial the number he wanted to ask if he was accused so badly.  It was like Scar was forcing him to because of how SLOW he was dialing, “Am I accused?” Zazu asked sheepishly. 

“Yes of course.” Scar said, making a motion that was shooing him away.

Scar finally called this person and waited for a pick up. “Hello..?” Said a voice, Scar smiled slightly “Good afternoon, Hiss I’ve been meaning to talk to you.” Scar said, “I don’t know who you are..?” Hiss replied, “Oh but you do… It's me, Scar.” 

There was silence

It was a loud one.

“What?… I don't wanna see you again. How did you get my number!?” Hiss yelled over the phone, Scar groaned “Oh please. Quit acting childish, it's been over 10 years.” “I don’t wanna hear or see from you. Goodbye.” “Oh don’t even think about hanging up on me, dear. I just wanna talk, how are things for you?” Scar was great at manipulating him.. He just hoped Hiss hadn’t gotten good at realizing when he's getting manipulated. 

“I… I’m fine..? What do you need..? I really-” “Good. I'm good too, thanks for asking.” Scar said, rolling his eyes. “Listen, Hiss. I was thinking of a group hangout again.. like the whole group.. I have. A fun thing we could all do.” Said Scar, Hiss was silent for a moment, “I… No. I don’t want to.” “Please? It’ll be fun. Just trust me.” “N-No! Don’t call me again.” Hiss hung up the phone. “I’ll get them soon. It won't be long until we “hang” out.”

Scar rolls his eyes realizing he could just look him up and find where he lives. Not enough energy for that though, he starts thinking of their old friend group…. And how stupid they all were to think they’d stay friends. The only person who he liked from that group was Sherekhan. His thoughts were interrupted by Banzai. AGAIN

“Boss… Nala called and said she can't find Simba. Like he’s nowhere in town…” Scar’s eyes widened, “What?? He went missing or something?” “Yeah I think.” 

“THIS IS PERFECT! Oh my goodness Banzai you don't understand how much I needed this!!!” He smiled wide, he prayed that maybe someone or something had taken him and killed him. 

“I don’t have to worry about that fool replacing me. I think this calls for a party!” “Boss I don’t think-” “Quiet idiot! It’ll just be us, and Sherekhan of course!” 

“Us being..? Shenzi and Ed too?” “Are you stupid? YES that’s what I meant.” Banzai rolls his eyes at that. “Speaking of Shenzi.. How are things with her and you…” Scar said grinning.

Banzai looked at him annoyed, “It's fine.! She’s fine! I mean, what? I mean she is Hot but like.. She’s- THINGS ARE GOING OKAY!” Scar chuckled, “Right… Anyways let her and Ed know there will be a celebration because of the disappearance of this idiot!”  Banzai nods and walks out, Scar's office flustered. 

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Morning walks with John and Hiss were nice, they didn’t usually do this. But when they did, it was nice. They usually commented on the houses they walked by, they had a fun game where they would point out homes they would live in, and ones they wouldn’t. It was.. nice. For the most part, there was one house they both recognized, all the time. From when they were kids they’ve been seeing that house. Lately the person who had lived there hadn’t been… Coming out? Like at all. And if they were, then they always missed it. Hiss had an idea of whose house it was. Because he vividly remembers going in and out of a house like it..?

“…Do you think we should check that house out..?” Hiss said to John when they had got home. “Hiss… OF COURSE WE SHOULD!!!” John had a tendency to be very nosey, he was in everybody's business. Hiss rolled his eyes and chuckled, “I was half joking but okay-” John interrupted Hiss by covering his mouth. “We need to do an interview.. So we could put it online without consent!” “Why is that the first thing you think of..?” Hiss said, putting his hand on John’s shoulder. “I actually don’t know.” Hiss laughs, John usually had spur of the moment ideas. 

Later Hiss was getting a coffee before they went out again. He was slightly nervous, what if this person was armed..?? What if they tried to kill them. BOTH..!!! His thoughts were interrupted by John and him screaming from across the House. “HISS! DO YOU THINK I SHOULD WEAR MAKEUP FOR THIS!?” Hiss sighs, “If you want.” “I am!” John replied, Hiss started pacing around the house, he feared that maybe this was actually very stupid. Ridiculous even! “Alright, you ready?” Said John, “Sure!” Replies Hiss.

They made their way out of the house and started walking to the weird and.. creepy-ish house. 

John knocked hard, and there were small light footsteps. Hiss was really starting to regret it.

“Hello..?” Asked a man, he was lanky.. eyes baggy, messy hair, the green dye was fading clearly. He looked.. familiar. Why was that?

“Yes hi! We walk past your house everyday.. and we wanted to.. uh meet you?” Said Hiss, smiling. John nodded his head agreeing.

The other guy just looked at the two of them up and down, and squinted his eyes. “Do I know you?” He asked, Hiss’ eyes lit up.

His voice sounded very familiar.. “Maybe.. Possibly…” Hiss said, John looked over and was like ‘What are you on about..?’

“Okay.. Whatever. My name’s Kaa.” Said the other guy.. Now this struck Hiss. He knows that name but from where, he took a minute and thought about this name.. his appearance… and then.

“Kaa!” Hiss said excitedly, “Oh yes!! I remember you! We were best friends until you went to college!! How was college by the way?” 

“Awful.” Kaa said nonchalantly.

“Oh..” Hiss said, shooting a glance at John. “Uh.. Can we come in..?” Asked Hiss.

Kaa nodded, and walked back inside. His home was old, but not in a bad way. It had posters and random decorations but it was the farthest thing from perfect…

“So.. What do you need to ask me?” Asked Kaa sitting on his couch and shooting a glare at John because he was touching his things.

★彡　part one！

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Simba hadn’t returned home in almost a week, he hadn’t shown his face at work either.  Timon and Pumbaa have both been extremely worried, they’ve called Simba and they’ve texted him. 

“Timon… Is this our fault? Did we say something?” Pumbaa said, worrying and being very frantic. “Do you think we were too hard on him..?” Timon sighed when Pumbaa said that, he went over to him and put his hand on Pumbaa’s shoulder.

“I don’t even know. But We’re gonna find him, don’t worry.” Timon said he sounded confident but he really wasn't. “Okay..” Pumbaa said looking to the side, “I just.. If he’s gone.. I..” “He won't be.” Timon said, “He’s still okay. And he’s still safe.”

Pumbaa nodded, and Timon kissed him gently on the nose. Pumbaa smiled and gave Timon a hug.

Meanwhile.. 

Simba had been out, wandering the streets of their town. Far from home, but not too far to where he didn’t know how to get back. He looked around and he sighed. He felt awful, always feeling like a burden to Timon and Pumbaa.

He saw a corner store and went by, walking in he saw a bottle of water and grabbed it. It felt dizzy, he hadn’t had any water in a while.

“Can I take this?” Simba said, putting the bottle on the counter. The cashier nodded and checked it off, “That’ll be 3.75, sir.” Said the cashier, Simba squinted.. That was slightly expensive.. he paid though. 

After he got his drink and walked out and started heading to absolutely nowhere again.

He knew he should head home.. but the feeling that nothing had changed without him was there, in his mind.. He felt unneeded by everyone. Simba kept walking until he felt exhausted. It was cold and he was sleepy and there was nowhere to go, he knew he should head home now at this point… But the stronger side of his mind told him not to.

He kept walking until he heard someone, which had been unusual throughout this entire walk… 

“Hello..?” He said looking around, he turned and saw a taller figure from behind him. “Oh. Okay.” Simba said he was frightened but he couldn't even react normally, the weirdest shit always happened to him. 

 
“Hello.” Said the other male standing in front of him now, “Listen, i don't want any issues-” Simba said but he was stopped by him, “NoNo. You haven't caused any issues. But people are looking for you, boy.” Said the man, Simba made a face and grimaced slightly.  “I’m sorry.. What?”  “You heard me.” “Who the fuck are you…????” Simba asked, walking away slowly. 

“Listen child, I wish not to hurt you. I just want to help you.” 

“Name and license in physiology before you do anything.” Simba was joking but he was really uncomfortable.

“My name is Rafiki. I’m not trying to be your therapist. I'm telling you something.” He said, “I know your father. And I know exactly what he wants from you.” Rafiki said, placing a hand on Simba’s shoulder, Simba’s face changed.. His father? He knew his father??

“What..?” Simba asked, confused. “Come with me.” Rafiki stated, walking away to a river nearby, Simba followed. He was confused and nervous, as they got there Simba's eyes softened a little, “Why are you bringing me to a River…?” He asked, Rafiki smiled, “It's no ordinary river, child. Look closer..” Simba did just that, he looked closer and just saw himself.. He looked back at Rafiki and made a face. He looked closer and squinted, and then what he saw almost looked like someone he knew. 

His father…

Simba’s eyes widened, and he looked back at Rafiki, “…What..” Simba said softly. His father was there and was in his reflection…? This is all weird and confusing.

“He lives in you.” Rafiki said, the wind blew, and Simba looked at the sky. Seeing a distant light, it was almost in the shape of his father.. he blinked. His eyes watering, “He would be so disappointed in me..” Simba said looking down, Rafiki shook his head no.

“He would be very happy to see you. Even in this state.” Said Rafiki, Simba scoffed softly, “Sure.. You’re just saying that.” “I’m not. Just listen boy, there are people out there, dead or alive who love and care about you.”

“People are worried about you.” Rafiki said, he clearly was talking about Timon and Pumbaa.

Simba nodded. He got up and started walking, he stopped and looked back at Rafiki, “Thank you.” Simba said as he ran. Running back home, he missed his family, Timon and Pumbaa cared and wanted him home. So he ran and he ran until he got there.

He opened the door, all the lights were off, the only light was the TV light. Timon fell asleep on the couch, that was normal. It’s not that Pumbaa and him didn’t like cuddling or anything, but when Timon was tired. He was tired.

Simba turned off the TV for Timon and smiled, he went up to his room. Falling asleep.

He was home.. home and safe…

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“Well.. we were meaning to ask about you , like how have you been..?” Hiss asked, rubbing his arm.

Kaa looked at Hiss, clearly uncomfortable, his eyes were easily readable, “I.. I mean, I’ve been fine?” John rolled his eyes, “This guy isn’t giving us any drama. I’m bored. Can we leave?” 

Hiss groaned, “No! Stop. I’m sorry he’s awfully rude and-” “It’s fine.” 

The room fell silent for a moment, “Uh.. Well.. are you sure you’re like Okay…….” Hiss asked gently, “Uhm. Sure.” He replied, not making eye contact with him.

“Alright this guy is a terrible liar!” John yelled, “John! Stop!” Hiss said annoyed, “You can tell me anything, I can kick him out if needed..” “Don’t try and force him to say it to you, fool!” “Shut up! I’m trying to help!” 

“YOU BOTH CAN SHUT UP.” Kaa yelled, covering his ears. “God all you two do is fight, you haven’t changed one fucking bit.”

Hiss and John looked at each other, “Listen I’m sorry. I’m not trying to make this hard, I just wanna catch up.. I’ve missed you.” “You sound very manipulative.” John said softly, “Good God Shut UP.” Hiss barked.

“If you want to know what i’ve been up to, you’ll be shocked-ish.. I guess.” Kaa glared at John and Hiss coldly.

John nodded, interested, “FINALLY SOMETHING!” 

“After we all went separate ways for college, I for one didn’t go. At least for the first year, I didn’t see the point. Me and my mom had like thirty arguments a day, and I just got so sick I started cocaine-” 

“WHAT!” John yelled, “DUDE SHUT UP LET HIM FINISH.” Hiss yelled back.

Kaa rolled his eyes, “I got some from Shere Khan, he promised me if I did it he would give me a free pass into he and Scars college, it was some type of honors AP type thing. I didn’t really care, but anything for degrees or whatever they're called, my Dad died right before I left for college though. That was pretty sad.” 

“Why are you so calm about that..??” John asked, Hiss hit him, “What?! I'm just curious.”

“It’s hard to feel upset after you’ve cried your heart out about it.” Kaa said, “Anyways, I went to college and it was chill until.. Until Sherekhan Ruined my fucking life. He told the whole school I did drugs, and then I got kicked out.” 

“Oh..” They both said, “Yeah, sucks.”

John and Hiss just sat there silently for a second, thinking over everything Kaa had just said.

“So...what happened after that?” John finally asked cautiously.

Hiss was just staring blankly out the window, he seemed so deep in thought over what he had just been told.

“Kaa, I'm so sorry that happened to you,” Hiss said quietly, his tone of voice completely different than it had been before.

“I’m fine. I’ll be fine. It’s whatever.” Kaa glared, “It’s not cool! You just had your whole life ruined by those two that’s so shitty!” 

“I know, But you wanted to know now you know.”

Hiss nodded, but he felt like he shouldn’t have asked anymore.. “I just feel awful for you. It must suck.”

“Yeah.”

“I wish I could’ve been there for you…”

“Yeah.”

“If you needed help, I could’ve helped! I like helping!”

“Yeah.”

“And you know what? Maybe I could help you know! I’m here now!”

“Okay.”

“I’m sorry, do you not want my help?”

“JESUS HISS, TAKE A HINT. YOU ALL TURNED ON ME WHEN I NEEDED SOMEONE MOST. AND YOU JUST EXPECT ME TO ACCEPT YOU BACK INTO MY LIFE?! YOU CAN'T FIX THIS EVER! WHO WOULD WANT A DRUGGIE IN THEIR COLLEGE?”

“.. I’m sorry.”

“YOU SHOULD BE FUCKING SORRY. NOW GET THE FUCK OUT.”

“Yes. I- I’m sorry.” 

Hiss got up immediately, walking away and leaving for the door, Hiss looked back at John, eyeing him, “Lets go.” He whispered, John nodded, leaving quickly.

As the two walked out Kaa sighed, he grabbed a needle, injecting himself with a drug, tears rolling down his eyes. His body shook, he felt cold. 

John and Hiss walked home, it was silent. Scarily silent. 

“I wish he told me.” Hiss said after moments for quiet, “Shut up.” “What? I can’t be upset about that?” 

“I mean sure, you can if you want. I dont know. And I don’t really care about him. He’s weird.” 

“Don’t fucking say that.” Hiss said, stopping his walking, “He’s been through it! And you saying that is so rude.”

“Yeah great.” 

“You are an AWFUL person.” Hiss glared, walking again slightly faster to stay further from John.

“Proud to be.” 

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‘I hate this. I hate him. This drive was stupid, He’s stupid. I wish he was dead.’ Taka said to himself, 

“Taka you know I didn’t mean to.. Hurt you like that.” His father said, “It’s fine.” Taka’ reply was cold, and dissociatiated. “I just want you to apologize for causing that issue. With your brother, all he was doing was trying to be I don’t know.. Your friend.”

Taka wanted to hurt his dad, ‘Be my friend? Sure. He humiliated me.’ He just nodded, not wanting to start an argument. He wasn’t going to win even if he tried, “Why do you act like this? Like you don’t like us?” His dad said, Taka looked at him confused, “I didn’t do anything. All I did-”

“Shut up.”

All he did was nod, looking out the window.

“Apologize. Now.”

“For what?!” Taka looked back at his father, “For your attitude! And don’t yell at me.” Taka groaned, “I’m not apologizing for something that I didn’t do. I-”

His vision went dark. He opened his eyes and saw blood… He heard yelling but it was fuzzy. “AHADI! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!”

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He woke up in the house, he remembered being in the car.. “What…” Taka said, getting up groggily, rubbing his eyes.  “Ow! What the hell— what’s wrong with my eye..” He tried opening it, when he did his body was filled with pain, specifically his face. He got up, heading to a mirror looking into it he saw the problem.

His left eye had three big scratches on them.. 

He doesn’t even know how he got them.

He tried walking some more, his vision still blurry. Surprisingly, walking was pretty good— he made it out of his room at least. He looked around, guess he hadn’t heard it before but his Mom and Dad were arguing downstairs. He quietly tried to make it downstairs, before being stopped by Mufasa. 

“Do Not. Go down there.” He whispered, “And why’s that?” Taka replied, “Listen, you probably don’t fully remember but Dad rocked your shit. I guess he got angry at you,” He shrugs slightly, “I Don’t know.”

“What??? That is so vague. How did I get these ugly scars on my face???!!”

“I don’t really know I wasn’t fully looking..”

“You weren’t fully looking???” Taka said, squinting his eyes.. or as best as he could. Mufasa sighed, “Listen. I try.” He spoke, Taka just groaned.

Later that day, Taka just Couldn’t stop looking at the Scars.. they- they just were so disgusting, yet so beautiful. Something about them made him feel different in a good way, he also couldn’t stop touching where the scars were, it was intriguing. Suddenly his door opened, he jolted, looking behind it was his father— “Oh- Uh-” He said trying to explain himself he was stopped by his father, Ahadi, “Your mother wants me to.. Apologize..” He didn’t sound like he wanted to say that word.

“So. I’m just gonna pretend I’m doing that.” 

“Okay.”

There was a silence afterwards— Taka wanted to speak but he felt like it would result in his other eye being permanently blinded. Ahadi stared at him, “Okay. I’m leaving.” He left the room, which pissed Taka off, god he couldn’t explain how bad he hated his dad. 

Night came— Taka laid on his bed— the Scar was turning into one whole scar really— it looked pretty badass to him now. 

He was pretty BadAss.

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I sigh in sorrow as I look over at the door. His door. Knowing he is in it. I've been his assistant for so long and seeing his smile just makes me so… so accepted. I feel a tap on my shoulder and realized it was Mufasa. Shit! I feel my face turn a darker shade and look at him. “S-sir! Hello!” 

He gives me a laugh that's so deep and beautiful. He calms down as he smiles at me. I look into his half lidded eyes and wonder what kind of stare he wants to give me. As I grab my office papers and straighten them (unlike him HAHA) Mufasa speaks. “Zazu! My good friend. Will you be indulging in our Holiday party tonight?” 

That completely slipped my mind. I didn't want to bother going. I had a show recorded ready for me to watch. Why would he want me there? “Probably not sir. Parties aren't my style.” I chuckled nervously. 

His smile falters for a moment before returning. His hand closer to mine. Was it? No..no I'm imagining things. He speaks with the same tone. “Aw well I always enjoy your company, and we can get to know each other much better!” 

His hand barely touching my fingertips. “Much better.” 

He takes his hand away, waving and returning to his office. Once he closes the door I place that same hand against my heart. At this point I can't tell if what just happened was intentional or not. I look at his door. “..Okay… I'll go.”

As I look through the office window I see the stars dance. I really don't want to go to this. I look towards the hallways hearing festive music and laughter of many. I heard his laugh. It's the only reason I came after all. I enter the room and see just what I expected. Booze, cookies, and gag gifts all over the place. I spot Mufasa laughing with a couple of employees before he notices me. I look away pretending to be distracted. As he walks towards me I see a drink on A table near me and grab it. “Zazu! I'm glad you came! Ah I see you've found the drinks! Come! I wanted to show you something.”

I quickly follow behind him. I look around seeing some people getting in closets and more private rooms. At least.. those who aren't taken. I look to see where we are going. We leave the party and return to his office. He walks in first. “S-so um.. sir.. what did you need me for?” 

He turns to me. “Shut the door please. There's something important we need to discuss.” 

I shut and lock the door but before I could look back he took his shirt off. I could feel my heart beating. I look away but he approaches me slowly. He reaches for my chin and gently leads my face back to his. “It's alright.. you can look….” His voice low. Smelling like alcohol.

His arms wrapping around my waist as our hips are pressed firmly against one another. I take a step back to realise I'm against the door. “S-sir what are you-” 

“I see the way you look at me Zazu.. how you fidget and look away. I notice the tent you get… very well..” 

His hands leading to my buttons , gently undoing them. I huff out a breath as I watch him. “I…I-I don't know what to say-” 

He pulls my shirt down and grabs my bare waist. I shiver as he gently kisses me. My eyes widened. This is happening. This is actually happening! I kiss back. My hands wrapped around his neck before we keep going. More and more. 

I wake up in his Office with nothing but a tie on. Looking around I don't see him. I grab my clothes and put them on. Right as I open the door there he is. In his best attire as usual. I look up at him bright red and he's just… smiling. “Good Morning!... sir..” 

He doesn't even smile at me. Did I do something wrong? He leans down and gets close to my face. I feel his hands against my chest. “...Let's keep this between us.. understood Zazu?” 

He fixes my tie a little too tightly. Almost choking me out. I remember that from last night. I let out a ‘yes sir’ and watch him take a step back, his smile returning. “I need copies of the documents in file 3. They're for a client.” 

Nodding my head I walk out and get to my desk still blushing and confused. 

That's when the affair started.

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hey guys....... so I've been gone. well not gone. but avoiding finishing this, I have a couple reasons-- and also good news and bad news(? I think).

for one, I haven't been able to finish the latest chapter because my interest in this has gone slightly down... but I still like ALL OF THESE MOVIES!!! I just can't. write. as efficiently? I started this book like a long time ago and I didn't think was gonna keep going on with it. Another reason is school is really hard.

Good news, I have been thinking for a couple weeks of rewriting this whole story! I haven't liked the timeline or the way I have written these characters. I could do so much better now, I will be making a remake of this eventually and I will release my last official chapter of this version. Bad news, it will be a LONGGGVGGVGVGU time. but anyways I hope everyone who even still cares about this story can understand where I'm coming from. thank you :)