A/N Yo. M'names Joe. And it's my job to make CHARACTER SUFFER, YEAH.

Simba stared up at the stars like he did every other night. Timon and Pumbaa always let him go; each to their own, they would say. He wasn't even sure what he was doing. Mufasa couldn't possibly hear him or see him.

"Look at the stars."

He had looked. He had looked and he had seen nothing but the stars he saw every night. But now, now that something had happened, something related to the stars… Now he saw what Mufasa had meant. Now he looked at the stars every night as if he was looking at his father again. But it was a lot harder to believe as well now that he was older, now that he had seen more of the world. When he was a cub it was easy; cubs would believe anything.

"The great kings of the past are up there, watching over us."

Was Mufasa really up there? Simba closed his eyes, tilting his head towards the sky. The cool night breeze ruffled his mane. Oh, how he had wanted to be king so much when he was a cub. Now… Now, though. Now he couldn't go back. He couldn't go back and see Sarabi's face when he told her… He couldn't see the pride's face, see Nala's face. What had Scar told them all? Had he said that he, Simba, was dead, that Mufasa never managed to save his son or himself? Or had he said that Simba had killed Mufasa and then run in shame…

Which was what had happened.


"Yes. So whenever you feel alone remember that those kings will always be there to guide you."

Simba took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

"Oh, Father," he muttered, sinking down onto his paws, eyes clamping shut again. "You said you'd always be there for me… You promised, Dad! You said that whenever I feel alone, no matter happens…" There was another breeze and his mane blew again, fur rippling all down his spine. Simba shivered.

"You didn't lie, Father." He opened his eyes, staring upwards at the stars as if he was talking to Mufasa himself. "You can't have."

Disbelief was lined in his voice, webbed through it like a spider's work. Simba growled faintly, frustration now ebbing into the sound and sprung up, clawing once at the air in annoyance.

"You said you'd always be there! You lied to me!" He stared at the sky and whined once, sinking back down onto his paws once more.

"You said."

A/N I don't think the amount of angst I write is healthy. I mean, that's practically HAPPY for me. xD