Author's Note: So, here you have it, my first Fanfiction! If you haven't guessed by now, this is a Kimba the White Lion/Lion King crossover, even though it's not displayed in the crossover section.
Anyway, I'm going to be using the names, places, and episode references of the 1965 dub for the Kimba aspect of this fanfic (Kimba, Kitty, Caesar, etc.). Not only they're easy to remember, but it's the series I first saw. I personally don't like the New Adventures or the 1993 redub that much. Nonetheless, I think Kimba deserves his own spot on .
A little note on the story itself: This has taken me a period of at least a year to write, and my writing has obviously evolved, as seen in the later chapters. Trust me, the writing itself gets better as we go on.
Disclaimer: Disney owns the Lion King and any characters from it, while Osamu Tezuka owns Kimba the White Lion and any characters from it.
And, without further ado, here's the first chapter of my first Fanfiction!
Africa was home to many prides of lions, but almost none were as powerful as the Pridelanders, living in the heart of the Pridelands: Pride Rock. The Pridelands were ruled by King Mufasa and Queen Sarabi. Simba was their son, the future king.
Simba was still a young cub, full of curiosity and innocence. Not long ago, he and his friend Nala wandered off to the Elephant Graveyard, and the three hyenas; Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed; had intended to make a meal of the two cubs. Zazu, Mufasa's hornbill majordomo, alerted Mufasa himself to rescue the cubs, and now, Simba and Nala are confined to Pride Rock.
"It's not fair," Simba whined, pacing back and forth. "I want to at least go somewhere."
"I know, right?" Nala agreed. "It's boring here."
Simba pawed at a loose pebble in the wall of the cave, growling. "This will be the longest month of my life."
"Same here," Nala sighed, flicking her tail back and forth. "But at least we showed the hyenas!"
Simba grinned happily. "Hey. I have an idea! I'll be us, and you be the hyenas!"
Nala crouched down in a hunter's position. "I'm going to get you!"
"No you won't!" Simba yowled playfully. "I'm the future king!"
The two cubs launched themselves at each other, playfully growling and wrestling together.
"Lionesses!" Mufasa's booming voice echoed around the cave. "I would like some of you to hunt for the pride's lunch. There's a herd of wildebeest not far from the hills. Be careful!"
About six lionesses, including Sarabi, Sarafina (Nala's mom), and Zira (A lioness who Simba's uncle Scar wanted to have as a mate), got up and padded off, chatting as they did so.
"A wildebeest does sound good," Simba mused.
Nala stretched. "Oh, tell me about it. I'm starving."
"Say, have you seen Uncle Scar?" Simba asked.
"Nope," Nala replied. "Haven't seen him since yesterday."
Simba grinned again. "Now you be us, and I'll be the hyenas!"
"You're on!" Nala yowled, and the two of them were at it again. They rolled around and around the cave. Suddenly, it got brighter. Nala cringed at the sudden light, then quickly recovered, for she and Simba had just noticed the new opening to Pride Rock.
"I didn't know Pride Rock had a back door," Simba murmured.
"Just look at the view!" Nala breathed.
"Isn't it beautiful?" A voice behind them asked.
Simba and Nala spun around. Sitting behind them was Mufasa himself, with amusement in his eyes.
"Dad!" Simba yelled happily, tackle-hugging him.
"Hi, Mufasa!" Nala greeted him, bowing her head. "That's a beautiful jungle over there." She flicked her tail out the opening at the vast jungle off in the distance.
Mufasa laughed. "That there is the jungle beyond our kingdom. It is said that another lion rules over that kingdom."
"What's his name?" Simba asked.
"What's he like?" Nala inquired.
"Is he brave like you, Dad?" Simba questioned.
Mufasa gazed out in the direction of the jungle. "Last I heard, the ruler was a very brave and noble lion named Caesar. He's very unusual, because his pelt is as white as a cloud. He believes in peace among all creatures, including the pigs and cows of the humans. He sometimes frees them from their pens and releases them into the jungle. Most animals respect him highly, because he is so wise."
"A white lion!" Nala commented. "Wow. He must be very brave!"
"I want to meet him someday!" Simba declared.
Mufasa let out another chuckle. "Maybe sometime I will take you two to the jungle so we can meet him. But not today. Remember, you're still grounded."
"Aww," Simba and Nala complained, watching him pad off to talk to Zazu. After about five minutes of gazing wistfully at the jungle outside, the two cubs fell asleep.
When they woke up, it was nighttime. Half a wildebeest laid in the corner, to be finished for breakfast. One good-sized chunk of meat was lying beside them.
"We missed dinner," Simba grumbled.
"At least they left something for us," Nala pointed out. "Let's eat."
The two of them ate their late dinner, and then observed their surroundings.
"I still want to go into that jungle over there," Simba muttered.
"Me too," Nala agreed.
"Everyone's asleep, though," Simba pointed out, grinning. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
Nala let out a small gasp. "Simba, if we're caught sneaking out, especially when we're already sort of in trouble, Mufasa will kill us!"
"Well, I don't want to wait to visit that jungle," Simba told her.
"Me neither," Nala mewed. "But I really don't want to get in trouble again."
Simba sighed. "Fine." He curled up next to the back entrance and was about to fall asleep, when he felt a paw on his back.
"On second thought," Nala confessed, "If it makes you happy, I'll go with you. Besides, you might need me to help take care of you."
"Hey!" Simba growled playfully.
"Besides," Nala continued. "I always like the thrill of sneaking out."
"We'd have to be super quiet, though," Simba whispered.
"Extremely quiet," Nala added, lowering her voice to a whisper.
"So, what shall our strategy be?" Simba murmured. "We can do the simple and classic sneak-out mode, where we quietly put one paw in front of the other and watch our step and then quickly go to the jungle while everyone's asleep, or we can visit the Elephant Graveyard, invite the hyenas onto the Pridelands, convince them not to tell my father that we invited them, come back here, alert Zazu, show him the problem, have him come back here, alert my father, then my father will chase the hyenas off, but by then, there's too many of them for him to fight, so then he will get the lionesses, and then there will be a big battle, and in the confusion, we'll slip away and into the jungle!"
"That second one sounds very elaborate," Nala commented. "But I prefer the first one."
"Yeah, me too," Simba agreed. He poked his head out of the back entrance, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no steep cliff blocking their way to the jungle, just a couple of wooded hills. When he told this information to Nala, she also looked relieved.
Simba took a deep breath. "Here goes," he muttered, and stepped out of Pride Rock. When he was entirely out, he turned back to Nala, and asked, "Is anyone awake?"
Nala looked behind her. "No," she replied. "At least, I don't think so." She followed Simba out of their cave, and then poked her head back in. "Everyone's still asleep," she reported.
"Let's go," Simba muttered. Quickly, he and Nala made it down the first hill.
"So, we're halfway there," Nala whispered. "Jungle, here we come!"
The two of them looked over their shoulders again, and then quickly ascended and descended the second hill. When they reached the bottom of the hill, they couldn't help but gasp.
They had arrived at the jungle.
Author's Note: Kimba still has yet to make his debut in this story, but don't worry, you'll be seeing him soon.
Also, this takes place after all the episodes in the 1965 KTWL. As for Simba, it takes place on the day after the scene where Mufasa tells Simba about the Great Kings of the Past. Basically, it's between that scene and the "Be Prepared" scene.
Reviews are appreciated!