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Simba mourning over Zuri.

'The King had been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't realized his mother had surpassed him and had stopped in front of him. Causing Simba to crash right into her.

"Ouch…Mom! What was that for?" The King raised his paw and rubbed his nose where he had hit it while ramming into his mother. Who knew his mother had such wide boney hips. He snickered. Well not that he would voice it, knowing he would get a good wallop to the head for that comment.

When his mother never answered, Simba furrowed his brow in concern. Shaking his head to get some of his mane that had fallen back into his face out of the way. The King stepped up along side his mother looking at her face to see she was staring forward. Eyes wide and her pelt seemed to have lost some colour. She even seemed to have stopped breathing. "Mother?"

"Don't…Don't look Simba…" Sarabi choked out with a sob. The sight that befell her was something she wanted to spare her son from. A sight she thought he would never have to see. Catching her son about to look, Sarabi quickly positioned herself in front of him blocking his view of the scene behind her. "No Simba…"

Simba was beginning to worry what had his mother so upset. But deep down he already knew the answer but he didn't want to believe it. He couldn't believe it. As she moved in front of him to block his view of whatever was behind her he began to feel panic rise inside him. What was it that his mother was trying to spare him from?

His heart pounded in his chest.

With one fluid movement he used his paw to shove her to the side and bound the rest of the way around her only to stop dead in his tracks. Suddenly the King found himself wishing he hadn't moved around his mother. That he simply let her block the view from him. That he didn't have to see the gruesome scene before him.

His heart stopped in his chest. Suddenly Simba found it hard to even breathe. His stomach twisted into tight knots.

This wasn't right…it couldn't be…it was all a lie…it was an illusion…something that his panicked state of mind was making up.

It just couldn't be.

It couldn't be…

It was a lie…

A lie…

A lie….

More tears came to the Kings eyes as he took in the sight that befell him. There lying on the ground a good yard from him was his mate. And he knew it was her just by the colour of her fur. But that wasn't all that was lying with her. For nearby was a much smaller body was laying in a mangled mess. For a moment he thought it was Kopa remembering the ear they had found already but as the lightning lit up the sky. Simba found he was wrong…it wasn't his eldest son…it was his youngest…for the body was too small to have been Kopa's…and the brown fur that matched Zuri's stuck out light a sore thumb.

Musa…

"No…No….NO!" The King hollered running toward the fallen bodies of his family. Sarabi hot on his trail from behind. Sarabi reached poor Musa first while the King ran toward the fallen body of his mate. Eyes filled with tears, Sarabi let out another choked sob as she reached out and gently touched her grandsons body. Nudging him lightly, then reaching down she licked him while continuing to nudge the cub with her nose. In her grief and disbelief she didn't want to believe the cub was dead so was trying her best to rouse him. But when he did not move. When no sound came from him. When she realized the cub was not breathing.

She knew. She knew the truth.

"Musa…" she sobbed. The former Queen laid herself down on the ground wrapping her paw around Musa's mangled body. "Oh, Musa!" Sarabi pulled her dead grandson closer to her as she started to full out cry. Why…why him…he was just a cub…an innocent week old cub! She hollered in her mind. Sarabi ran her tongue along Musa's body much like the first time she had when she came to see the cubs the day after they were born.

She remembered how he would squirm and mew. His little mews melting her heart. His little tongue darting out to lick her back whenever she was close to him. But now he was doing none of those things. He didn't squirm nor did he mew. And upon closer inspection she saw his eyes were still sealed closed. Meaning he never even got a chance to open his eyes and see the world. And now he would never get that chance ever. Sarabi would never get the chance of seeing what colour his eyes would have been.

Simba approached his mate's body slowly. Behind him he could hear his mother's sobs as she mourned over the body of her dead grandson. HIS dead son. Sorrow panged him. Not only was his mate dead…but also his son…he stopped just before he approached Zuri completely. Taking a quick look around. He could not see the body of his mother cubs. Did they kill them somewhere else…did they get away…

The sight of his mates torn up body brought his attention forward. His breathing stopped in his chest when he saw he was looking into the eyes of his mate. For a brief moment he thought she wasn't dead that she was alive and looking right at him asking for help. But he soon came to realize that she was indeed head and her lifeless eyes stared at him hauntingly. Almost like they were accusing him of not being there to help her and their cubs.

"Zuri…" tears ran down his face as he continued the rest of the way to her side. He stared down into her lifeless eyes before with his paw he reached out and closed his mate's eyes forever. Shaking, the King could not contain himself as he threw himself over his mate's body. Wrapping his arms around her as he shook, his cries coming full force now.

"No…no…Zuri…please…you can't…you just can't!" he half shouted half cried. Rocking both his and Zuri's body back and forth. He didn't want to belief she was dead when he knew she was. "Please…Zuri you can't go! You can't leave me! Come back!" he sobbed burying his face into his mates fur. Her blood transferring over onto his body but he didn't care.

Old memories of his past came flooding back. Of two scenes he had witnessed. First his father's death who much like he was doing right now begging for his father to get up and be alright. And the memories of standing over Zakia's dead body as the pride mourned for her while Zuri cried over her body much like Simba was doing at the moment with Zuri.

"You can't leave me…" he whispered, lifting his head from her fur. He turned his face enough to lean in and pressed his nose against his mates much like they had always done as a sign of affection since they were cubs.

"Please come back to me. Don't leave me now. I can't loose you…I just can't…please…Zu'…come on…open those eyes…tell me you're just playing some cruel joke on me…wake up! Wake up Zuri!" The King started shouting. Jumping to his paws he began pushing and shaking his mate's fallen body demanding that she get up. "Get up! Get up Zuri!"

"Simba…" The King whipped around to see that his mother had come closer. At her paws laid his dead son. Whose tiny body was just as torn as Zuri's was. "Simba…it's too late…they're gone…"

"No!" Sarabi flinched at the tone of her son's voice. "No! My mate and son are not dead!" Simba shouted at his mother. He was in complete disbelief. Turning back to his mate, Simba shook her even more, demanding that she get up. But the more no response came and the more she didn't move Simba began to really feel the loss of his mate.

"No…I was too late…I couldn't…" slumping to the ground again, only this time Simba grabbed his son as well bringing Musa close to him and Zuri's body. Nuzzling both his mate and sons body sobs escaped him.'

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Zuri belongs to me

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Description
Simba mourning over Zuri.

'The King had been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't realized his mother had surpassed him and had stopped in front of him. Causing Simba to crash right into her.

"Ouch…Mom! What was that for?" The King raised his paw and rubbed his nose where he had hit it while ramming into his mother. Who knew his mother had such wide boney hips. He snickered. Well not that he would voice it, knowing he would get a good wallop to the head for that comment.

When his mother never answered, Simba furrowed his brow in concern. Shaking his head to get some of his mane that had fallen back into his face out of the way. The King stepped up along side his mother looking at her face to see she was staring forward. Eyes wide and her pelt seemed to have lost some colour. She even seemed to have stopped breathing. "Mother?"

"Don't…Don't look Simba…" Sarabi choked out with a sob. The sight that befell her was something she wanted to spare her son from. A sight she thought he would never have to see. Catching her son about to look, Sarabi quickly positioned herself in front of him blocking his view of the scene behind her. "No Simba…"

Simba was beginning to worry what had his mother so upset. But deep down he already knew the answer but he didn't want to believe it. He couldn't believe it. As she moved in front of him to block his view of whatever was behind her he began to feel panic rise inside him. What was it that his mother was trying to spare him from?

His heart pounded in his chest.

With one fluid movement he used his paw to shove her to the side and bound the rest of the way around her only to stop dead in his tracks. Suddenly the King found himself wishing he hadn't moved around his mother. That he simply let her block the view from him. That he didn't have to see the gruesome scene before him.

His heart stopped in his chest. Suddenly Simba found it hard to even breathe. His stomach twisted into tight knots.

This wasn't right…it couldn't be…it was all a lie…it was an illusion…something that his panicked state of mind was making up.

It just couldn't be.

It couldn't be…

It was a lie…

A lie…

A lie….

More tears came to the Kings eyes as he took in the sight that befell him. There lying on the ground a good yard from him was his mate. And he knew it was her just by the colour of her fur. But that wasn't all that was lying with her. For nearby was a much smaller body was laying in a mangled mess. For a moment he thought it was Kopa remembering the ear they had found already but as the lightning lit up the sky. Simba found he was wrong…it wasn't his eldest son…it was his youngest…for the body was too small to have been Kopa's…and the brown fur that matched Zuri's stuck out light a sore thumb.

Musa…

"No…No….NO!" The King hollered running toward the fallen bodies of his family. Sarabi hot on his trail from behind. Sarabi reached poor Musa first while the King ran toward the fallen body of his mate. Eyes filled with tears, Sarabi let out another choked sob as she reached out and gently touched her grandsons body. Nudging him lightly, then reaching down she licked him while continuing to nudge the cub with her nose. In her grief and disbelief she didn't want to believe the cub was dead so was trying her best to rouse him. But when he did not move. When no sound came from him. When she realized the cub was not breathing.

She knew. She knew the truth.

"Musa…" she sobbed. The former Queen laid herself down on the ground wrapping her paw around Musa's mangled body. "Oh, Musa!" Sarabi pulled her dead grandson closer to her as she started to full out cry. Why…why him…he was just a cub…an innocent week old cub! She hollered in her mind. Sarabi ran her tongue along Musa's body much like the first time she had when she came to see the cubs the day after they were born.

She remembered how he would squirm and mew. His little mews melting her heart. His little tongue darting out to lick her back whenever she was close to him. But now he was doing none of those things. He didn't squirm nor did he mew. And upon closer inspection she saw his eyes were still sealed closed. Meaning he never even got a chance to open his eyes and see the world. And now he would never get that chance ever. Sarabi would never get the chance of seeing what colour his eyes would have been.

Simba approached his mate's body slowly. Behind him he could hear his mother's sobs as she mourned over the body of her dead grandson. HIS dead son. Sorrow panged him. Not only was his mate dead…but also his son…he stopped just before he approached Zuri completely. Taking a quick look around. He could not see the body of his mother cubs. Did they kill them somewhere else…did they get away…

The sight of his mates torn up body brought his attention forward. His breathing stopped in his chest when he saw he was looking into the eyes of his mate. For a brief moment he thought she wasn't dead that she was alive and looking right at him asking for help. But he soon came to realize that she was indeed head and her lifeless eyes stared at him hauntingly. Almost like they were accusing him of not being there to help her and their cubs.

"Zuri…" tears ran down his face as he continued the rest of the way to her side. He stared down into her lifeless eyes before with his paw he reached out and closed his mate's eyes forever. Shaking, the King could not contain himself as he threw himself over his mate's body. Wrapping his arms around her as he shook, his cries coming full force now.

"No…no…Zuri…please…you can't…you just can't!" he half shouted half cried. Rocking both his and Zuri's body back and forth. He didn't want to belief she was dead when he knew she was. "Please…Zuri you can't go! You can't leave me! Come back!" he sobbed burying his face into his mates fur. Her blood transferring over onto his body but he didn't care.

Old memories of his past came flooding back. Of two scenes he had witnessed. First his father's death who much like he was doing right now begging for his father to get up and be alright. And the memories of standing over Zakia's dead body as the pride mourned for her while Zuri cried over her body much like Simba was doing at the moment with Zuri.

"You can't leave me…" he whispered, lifting his head from her fur. He turned his face enough to lean in and pressed his nose against his mates much like they had always done as a sign of affection since they were cubs.

"Please come back to me. Don't leave me now. I can't loose you…I just can't…please…Zu'…come on…open those eyes…tell me you're just playing some cruel joke on me…wake up! Wake up Zuri!" The King started shouting. Jumping to his paws he began pushing and shaking his mate's fallen body demanding that she get up. "Get up! Get up Zuri!"

"Simba…" The King whipped around to see that his mother had come closer. At her paws laid his dead son. Whose tiny body was just as torn as Zuri's was. "Simba…it's too late…they're gone…"

"No!" Sarabi flinched at the tone of her son's voice. "No! My mate and son are not dead!" Simba shouted at his mother. He was in complete disbelief. Turning back to his mate, Simba shook her even more, demanding that she get up. But the more no response came and the more she didn't move Simba began to really feel the loss of his mate.

"No…I was too late…I couldn't…" slumping to the ground again, only this time Simba grabbed his son as well bringing Musa close to him and Zuri's body. Nuzzling both his mate and sons body sobs escaped him.'

xxx

lion king belongs to Disney.

Zuri belongs to me

Base belongs too: [link]