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Scar sighed, trying not to cry as he picked his third-born daughter up and began the journey back home. Right inside the borders of the Outlands he stopped, laying her down and stretching his mouth in a painful yawn. Apparently, those new scars weren't going to heal properly. A tear came down his cheek as he traced the cut-outs with his paw, and that dreadful day, that memory of his last day of king, dawned upon his mind.

It had been a normal rainless day, that day Simba came back home. Nothing had screamed "Oh, Crap!", nothing but Zira telling him she was pregnant. Even that had become normal after ten tries... nine losses. As a matter of fact, even losing the kingdom wasn't too surprising. The hyenas turning on him had been...off... but what really had messed that day up was when SHE leapt into the hyena struggle. Not Zira, but Sarafina, the lost love and sweetheart of Taka. She let out a powerful roar, taking the hyenas to herself. She accepted his rightful punishment. He had screamed "Wait! No, STOP!" but they payed him no heed; not until her dying fur lay upon the ground. "'Fina? Please get up, oh please." He had exhibited a child's desperation that day- moaning and screaming, faintly realizing his actions perfectly mimicked Simba's at Mufasa's death.

"Mumma? Mumma? NO!!!!" Nala's cries had filled the air, as the fire died and the orange body became visible... but that meant her dusty-pale mother was shown too. The young female kissed her mother, and then whirled around, lashing her claws at the Dethroned King. She caught him in the face, and he lifted himself backwards and crumpled over. "YOU!!! You just couldn't do something right and die, could you?! You had to take someone with you!!"

"Nala...stop. I love him. I fought his battle. I...I always have." Nala froze, and the watching lionesses gasped and began to talk among themselves. "Muf-- and Taka... never got along. When it would go too far, I would step in. He and I.... Taka...Scar... we loved each other when we got older." Scar lifted his bloody face to the dying female. "You- you did? But Nala's not mine! If you'd loved ME..." "I have always loved you, Taka. Always. But Zira wanted you for herself! She said if I didn't go mate with someone else, if I didn't leave you be... she said she would kill Ishi! And I knew Ishi was your mother; the way you acted around her and the way Uru acted around you confirmed it. Ahadi gave you to his wife- to cover his own mistake. He was wrong Taka- wrong to deny you your true mother, and wrong to deny your blood in later years. That mistake was your scar, and it was a mistake you swore never to make, which is why you announced to have given Nuka the throne, for though he would surely have died fighting for his command, his throne... you wouldn't hurt him the way everyone else hurt you."

She met his eyes, and the brown male sighed. "It seemed all had turned on me, Safi. It really did. Ahadi denied me, Uru would spit as I walked, Mufasa never did like me, Sarabi was kind to me until Mufasa forbid it, I thought you had turned away from me, and Zira's affection isn't exactly 'love', more like an addiction sometimes. Nuka was the only thing I had, only thing I still have. And yet... yet even now I'm unhappy. I accomplished everything I ever dreamed of- I got the throne. A wife. A child. Somewhere out there, Isha is enjoying her free life. So I've still got Mom, and Ahadi died. I just... I really think if it had been you I had married, if I had claimed Nala as my own... Mheetu as my own.. everything I've done wrong, everything that's happened wouldn't have. You have always been the one I looked to for approval, for a smile. And when Mheetu died... I cried as you did- for as he was yours, he was mine."

His face met Simba's. "Pray, kill me now, so I may die beside her. Please, i beg it of you." For the first time in his life, Scar bent down and lowered his neck, waiting for the crushing blow. "No. That's too simple, too quick a death for the likes of you." His voice became a snarl, lifting for all to hear. "This lion killed a king, our king Mufasa. Therefore, I sentence him and all who care for him to exile, eternal exile. I would do it now, but considering what my ears have beheld..." He paused, looking at the blood covered lioness and the sobbing orange male beside her, and knew what was difficult was the right thing to do. "You may spend your night here, by her side. Your pride, followers, wife, and children are to ready themselves for leaving. I will bestow another kindness upon you- your wife shall not know where you lay tonight. She will remain in the dark about your feelings for Sarafina. It'll be our little secret."***********************

There! Finally done!

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Scar sighed, trying not to cry as he picked his third-born daughter up and began the journey back home. Right inside the borders of the Outlands he stopped, laying her down and stretching his mouth in a painful yawn. Apparently, those new scars weren't going to heal properly. A tear came down his cheek as he traced the cut-outs with his paw, and that dreadful day, that memory of his last day of king, dawned upon his mind.

It had been a normal rainless day, that day Simba came back home. Nothing had screamed "Oh, Crap!", nothing but Zira telling him she was pregnant. Even that had become normal after ten tries... nine losses. As a matter of fact, even losing the kingdom wasn't too surprising. The hyenas turning on him had been...off... but what really had messed that day up was when SHE leapt into the hyena struggle. Not Zira, but Sarafina, the lost love and sweetheart of Taka. She let out a powerful roar, taking the hyenas to herself. She accepted his rightful punishment. He had screamed "Wait! No, STOP!" but they payed him no heed; not until her dying fur lay upon the ground. "'Fina? Please get up, oh please." He had exhibited a child's desperation that day- moaning and screaming, faintly realizing his actions perfectly mimicked Simba's at Mufasa's death.

"Mumma? Mumma? NO!!!!" Nala's cries had filled the air, as the fire died and the orange body became visible... but that meant her dusty-pale mother was shown too. The young female kissed her mother, and then whirled around, lashing her claws at the Dethroned King. She caught him in the face, and he lifted himself backwards and crumpled over. "YOU!!! You just couldn't do something right and die, could you?! You had to take someone with you!!"

"Nala...stop. I love him. I fought his battle. I...I always have." Nala froze, and the watching lionesses gasped and began to talk among themselves. "Muf-- and Taka... never got along. When it would go too far, I would step in. He and I.... Taka...Scar... we loved each other when we got older." Scar lifted his bloody face to the dying female. "You- you did? But Nala's not mine! If you'd loved ME..." "I have always loved you, Taka. Always. But Zira wanted you for herself! She said if I didn't go mate with someone else, if I didn't leave you be... she said she would kill Ishi! And I knew Ishi was your mother; the way you acted around her and the way Uru acted around you confirmed it. Ahadi gave you to his wife- to cover his own mistake. He was wrong Taka- wrong to deny you your true mother, and wrong to deny your blood in later years. That mistake was your scar, and it was a mistake you swore never to make, which is why you announced to have given Nuka the throne, for though he would surely have died fighting for his command, his throne... you wouldn't hurt him the way everyone else hurt you."

She met his eyes, and the brown male sighed. "It seemed all had turned on me, Safi. It really did. Ahadi denied me, Uru would spit as I walked, Mufasa never did like me, Sarabi was kind to me until Mufasa forbid it, I thought you had turned away from me, and Zira's affection isn't exactly 'love', more like an addiction sometimes. Nuka was the only thing I had, only thing I still have. And yet... yet even now I'm unhappy. I accomplished everything I ever dreamed of- I got the throne. A wife. A child. Somewhere out there, Isha is enjoying her free life. So I've still got Mom, and Ahadi died. I just... I really think if it had been you I had married, if I had claimed Nala as my own... Mheetu as my own.. everything I've done wrong, everything that's happened wouldn't have. You have always been the one I looked to for approval, for a smile. And when Mheetu died... I cried as you did- for as he was yours, he was mine."

His face met Simba's. "Pray, kill me now, so I may die beside her. Please, i beg it of you." For the first time in his life, Scar bent down and lowered his neck, waiting for the crushing blow. "No. That's too simple, too quick a death for the likes of you." His voice became a snarl, lifting for all to hear. "This lion killed a king, our king Mufasa. Therefore, I sentence him and all who care for him to exile, eternal exile. I would do it now, but considering what my ears have beheld..." He paused, looking at the blood covered lioness and the sobbing orange male beside her, and knew what was difficult was the right thing to do. "You may spend your night here, by her side. Your pride, followers, wife, and children are to ready themselves for leaving. I will bestow another kindness upon you- your wife shall not know where you lay tonight. She will remain in the dark about your feelings for Sarafina. It'll be our little secret."***********************

There! Finally done!