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Simba tackled his old friend, somehow still spry enough for childish games. Malka huffed and pushed him off, jokingly punching him in the arm after.
"I'm not as young as you. I'll fall apart if you drop your enormous weight on me"
Simba frowned and looked at himself.
"I'm not that fat yet. I got another couple of gazelles to go before I'm at your level."
"Daaaaaaaad, we aren't here to insult each other."
Malka peered to the side of his friend, spotting Kiara. It felt like yesterday when she would ride on his back and chew on his ears; how bittersweet it is to watch cubs grow up.
"Nice to see you, kiddo. You've grown a lot since last time."
"Hi, Uncle" She gave him a quick nuzzle before smiling back at the lion behind her. "Kovu, come on, Uncle Malka won't bite."
"Uh...hey?"
He was shy, this lion, but Malka did his best to put on a protective uncle mode to question this lion.
"So...Kovu, was it?" He looked at the lion; he was a darkly coloured lion with an equally dark mane...and he had those eyes... green like his dear's. It felt like a stone wedged itself into his throat. He couldn't breathe. This lion, this Kovu, looked so much like Kula. It couldn't be. But could it?
"A...Amani?" Malka gingerly walked forward as if the young adult would vanish in the wind if he moved too fast. Kovu leaned back and looked around before staring curiously at the older lion.
"Uh, nope, just me." He let out a nervous chuckle.
Tears were begging to be released as he placed a paw on Kovu's face. No doubt, this was his baby, his Amani. Suddenly he collapsed, grasping Kovu's feet, sobbing in happiness and grief.
"Amani, my son, my baby." He couldn't stop crying. He had her back with him. He had his pride and joy back with him.
"Malka, what are you talking about?"
"He's Amani! My child! How could you forget the child Zira stole away from me, whom until now I thought dead. Look at him, Simba, how can you not see my Kula in him."
Kovu awkwardly stood there, not knowing what to do. Crying lions weren't his thing, especially older crying lions claiming he was their son. Simba tried to grab Malka to pull him away from the clearly uncomfortable Kovu, but he would not budge. However, looking from here, Kovu did suspiciously look like Kula. He hadn't thought much of it, only seeing Scar.
"Kovu...did Zira ever tell you how you got into her care?"
"Huh? Uh..." he thought back hard, never having really cared about his origins. "She found me next to my mum, killed by hyenas, I think."
"Lies." Malka spat, tears still rolling down his cheeks. "Killed my Kula. She killed your mother. Killed Kula, Nala, and Tama just to get back at us. She took my love and sister to get to you."
The mention of Nala clearly struck a nerve in Simba as his face soured with sorrow. Kiara was on the sidelines watching all of this unfold. The yelling alerted some of Malka's pride to investigate the situation.
"Amani?" An older lioness called. Tears were welling up in her eyes as she gazed upon him.
"I, uh, really am not this Amani guy."
"I'd know my grandson anywhere, my baby's child. Oh, how you look like your mother." She held his face and brushed his bangs away to look into his eyes. "My Kula has come back to me."
Kovu, at this point, was starting to doubt his identity. Zira was a pathological liar and killer. Would it be any surprise if she had stolen him away from this lioness Kula, his supposed mother? He looked down at the still-crying king and couldn't disagree that he sort of looked like him; their pelt colours were so close, their manes were so similar, and he was noticing some speckling of lighter hair growing in. Somehow, he could feel it in him all of a sudden. These lions he just met are his family. His real family.

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Previous:A part of us

Simba tackled his old friend, somehow still spry enough for childish games. Malka huffed and pushed him off, jokingly punching him in the arm after.
"I'm not as young as you. I'll fall apart if you drop your enormous weight on me"
Simba frowned and looked at himself.
"I'm not that fat yet. I got another couple of gazelles to go before I'm at your level."
"Daaaaaaaad, we aren't here to insult each other."
Malka peered to the side of his friend, spotting Kiara. It felt like yesterday when she would ride on his back and chew on his ears; how bittersweet it is to watch cubs grow up.
"Nice to see you, kiddo. You've grown a lot since last time."
"Hi, Uncle" She gave him a quick nuzzle before smiling back at the lion behind her. "Kovu, come on, Uncle Malka won't bite."
"Uh...hey?"
He was shy, this lion, but Malka did his best to put on a protective uncle mode to question this lion.
"So...Kovu, was it?" He looked at the lion; he was a darkly coloured lion with an equally dark mane...and he had those eyes... green like his dear's. It felt like a stone wedged itself into his throat. He couldn't breathe. This lion, this Kovu, looked so much like Kula. It couldn't be. But could it?
"A...Amani?" Malka gingerly walked forward as if the young adult would vanish in the wind if he moved too fast. Kovu leaned back and looked around before staring curiously at the older lion.
"Uh, nope, just me." He let out a nervous chuckle.
Tears were begging to be released as he placed a paw on Kovu's face. No doubt, this was his baby, his Amani. Suddenly he collapsed, grasping Kovu's feet, sobbing in happiness and grief.
"Amani, my son, my baby." He couldn't stop crying. He had her back with him. He had his pride and joy back with him.
"Malka, what are you talking about?"
"He's Amani! My child! How could you forget the child Zira stole away from me, whom until now I thought dead. Look at him, Simba, how can you not see my Kula in him."
Kovu awkwardly stood there, not knowing what to do. Crying lions weren't his thing, especially older crying lions claiming he was their son. Simba tried to grab Malka to pull him away from the clearly uncomfortable Kovu, but he would not budge. However, looking from here, Kovu did suspiciously look like Kula. He hadn't thought much of it, only seeing Scar.
"Kovu...did Zira ever tell you how you got into her care?"
"Huh? Uh..." he thought back hard, never having really cared about his origins. "She found me next to my mum, killed by hyenas, I think."
"Lies." Malka spat, tears still rolling down his cheeks. "Killed my Kula. She killed your mother. Killed Kula, Nala, and Tama just to get back at us. She took my love and sister to get to you."
The mention of Nala clearly struck a nerve in Simba as his face soured with sorrow. Kiara was on the sidelines watching all of this unfold. The yelling alerted some of Malka's pride to investigate the situation.
"Amani?" An older lioness called. Tears were welling up in her eyes as she gazed upon him.
"I, uh, really am not this Amani guy."
"I'd know my grandson anywhere, my baby's child. Oh, how you look like your mother." She held his face and brushed his bangs away to look into his eyes. "My Kula has come back to me."
Kovu, at this point, was starting to doubt his identity. Zira was a pathological liar and killer. Would it be any surprise if she had stolen him away from this lioness Kula, his supposed mother? He looked down at the still-crying king and couldn't disagree that he sort of looked like him; their pelt colours were so close, their manes were so similar, and he was noticing some speckling of lighter hair growing in. Somehow, he could feel it in him all of a sudden. These lions he just met are his family. His real family.