#kasi

“Hey, Kovu.” she greeted him flatly.

“Tiifu.” the lion gave a short, polite nod – a quirk he may or may not have picked up on while training with Simba.

“What’s going on with you?” she said even more glumly.

“Could be better, honestly…” he shook his head a bit, “I’ll be fine.”

Tiifu looked up at him. He and his sister Vitani had a tendency to be very similar, she noticed.

“It-It’s just…” he scratched the back of his neck, “Kiara’s just really been on my case, lately.”

“I noticed.” Tiifu’s voice quivered, “It’s been making everyone upset.”

Kovu sat up, “You too?”

“Yeah, she’s just been so hot and cold with what she wants. I keep wanting to help her prepare better for the new Coronation, but she just keeps talking about my relationship with Vitani. She keeps saying I’m making her ‘soft’, or whatever.”

“Sheesh,” Kovu scoffed, “What’s that about?”

“I don’t know…” Tiifu drew a circle in the sand, “Maybe she’s right…”

“No,” said the dark lion, “she doesn’t mean that. It… It’s not like her…”

The Future King Consort began to doubt himself

“But, she’s been either avoiding me or making me feel really stupid. It’s like she’s going out of her way to totally sabotage our relationship before the two of us could ever ascend the throne.” the dark lion said with misty eyes, “It’s not the Kiara I fell in love with…” 

Tiifu frowned empathetically. She teared up a bit as well.

Approaching the Waterhole were four of five members of the Lion Guard. Shabaha began her usual knack for asking her friends hypothetical questions.

“So, you think Kiume’s ending up in purgatory, or summoned in fire?” Shabaha grinned, eager for an answer.

“Hopefully nowhere, like Scar.” Kasi scowled to her side.

Shabaha scoffed, “Who would even summon him?”

“The only followers he had were Jeuri and Mrembo, and if they’re as good as they say they are, they won’t do that.” Tazama concluded.

“If you see them again sometime soon, don’t even tell them he’s dead.” Kasi replied, “It’d break their hearts and give them ideas if either of them go off the deep-end.”

“Wasn’t Kiume a father?” Shabaha suddenly asked.

“Not a good one, remember? Like he said in his trial.” Kasi shivered, “Ugh, he didn’t even sound one bit remorseful when he confessed…”

“A husband to someone, then?”

“He’s not her problem, anymore.”

“Shh,” Imara cut in, “Look. Something’s up.”

The Guard did as their Second-in-Command told them to. They shifted their focus to the two glum lions by the shore of the Waterhole. They saw Tiifu comforting a heartbroken Kovu.

Kasi sat by the two, “Why the long faces, guys?”

“Is it the Coronation thing?” Imara inquired, “Everyone seems so on-edge.”

“Yeah, does anyone know when the redo’s gonna go on?” Shabaha glanced at everyone, “No one’s made up their mind. I don’t even know how to prepare.”

“That’s the problem.” Tiifu said, “Kiara won’t say when she’ll be ready again. All she ever does is give everyone a hard time.”

“Wait… She’s been speaking to you?” Shabaha tilted her head, “She’s been acting all cryptic and quiet from what I’ve seen.”

“That, too.” Tiifu agreed, “It’s weird. When we were growing up, she would always brag about being Future Queen. She wanted to be a nice and generous one, too. Now… It's like she doesn’t want to be a Queen. Certainly not a nice one, either.”

“Huh,” Imara glanced down in thought, “she did tell us to stop investigating the drownings and missing animals, recently. She never told us why. Just snapped at us when we tried to ask.”

“I didn’t wanna say it, but she's been acting like a real dictator.” Kasi shook her head.

“She called me ‘Spotty’ last night.”

Everyone turned to Tazama. The Guard and Kovu especially looked taken aback. Tiifu glanced all around at the former Outsiders before looking back at the Keenest of Sight, hoping to be filled in.

“Wait, really?” Kasi tilted her head.

Tazama gave a quick nod, “...And then she corrected herself right after. I… I didn’t think she knew that nickname. Only Zira called me that…”

All lions who knew Zira had exchanged looks. Kovu, however, looked down in deep thought.

“Weeeiird.” the Fastest muttered before turning her head, “Did anyone tell her about our days as Outsiders? Kovu, did –”

When Kasi turned to where the Prince Consort had been sitting, she saw a divet in the patch of grass and sand.

Kovu had abruptly sat up and walked off without a word. He was just so utterly weirded out that he couldn’t even contribute to the conversation anymore.

He headed the direction of Pride Rock. If he happens upon Kiara, he was to firmly put his paw down and ask her what was going on, and why it felt like she was breaking the pride apart.

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Pride Rock, the Main Den…

“You’re sure this will work?” Vitani asked.

She and Rafiki spoke about their plan to ascend Nuka as the mandrill had helped start a small fire for the Fiercest to summon her deceased brother from.

“Indeed. Once you and your brothers talk everything out, you won’t have to worry about keeping Nuka’s spirit a secret. Once he’s in the clouds, he won’t be summoned by the wrong animal.”

Vitani turned to him, “What do you mean?”

“A spirit like Nuka’s can be summoned by anyone with a heat source and the right chant.”

“No kidding?” Vitani’s eyebrows flung upwards, “How has no one tried to do that already?”

“Someone might have for all we know.” Rafiki shrugged.

“Oh, don’t scare me with that thought.” the lioness’ eyes narrowed, “Wait.. have you and Nuka been talking?”

The mandrill chuckled, “Maybe from time to time.”

The Fiercest gave a hard, abrupt sigh in relief. She truly wondered what her brother and the shaman had spoken about. 

“Well, thank you for the advice.” she finally said aloud.

“Any time, Vitani.”

The mandrill hobbled out of the den to the direction of his baobab tree. 

He didn’t see a lioness hiding behind a nook outside of the den’s entrance, who slunk back further between the rocks as she saw a dark lion ascending the megalith.

Vitani took a deep breath, preparing to say her chant for the final time. No longer would Nuka’s spirit have to be kept secret. 

Just before she could speak, however, she heard the approach of a lion. She grinned.

Just in time.

Kovu sighed as he put a paw on the back of his neck. It had been a long day, despite it only being noon. He saw his sister approach.

“Kovu!” Vitani beamed, “Perfect timing! Come on, there’s something I gotta show you…”

“Vitani, I’m really not – G’ah – !” the scarred lion sputtered as he felt himself be dragged by a paw gently fixed between his sister’s jaws.

“C’mooonnn!” she beckoned.

All Kovu could see was a flame in the middle of the empty den. He was less than amused.

“You… started a fire in the den.” he deadpanned, “So, what made you wanna do that?”

“Just wait.” she said, “Check this out!”

He watched as Vitani adjusted her position, planting her paws firmly to the ground as she took a breath.

“Roho ya Moto!”

Suddenly, the flame grew with a white-hot blast. As the blast faded, an orange flame almost as tall as the den appeared. It seemed to have a face, as well as an upper body.

Kovu instantly recognized the form, and tears formed in his eyes. It had been his deceased brother.

“Nuka?!” he steadily walked closer, “How is this possible…?”

“Pretty cool, huh?” Vitani grinned.

“Is this why you’ve been able to breathe fire?” he whispered “H-How long have you been able to do this…?”

“It’s a bit of a long story. 

Kovu basically picked his jaw up from the floor. He cleared his throat and approached with building anxiety and anticipation.

“Vitani, what is he doing here?” the fiery spirit scowled.

“Nuka, I –”

“Well, well, well,” Nuka sneered, “if it isn’t everyone’s favorite little termite. What, too cool and kingly to remember your dead brother? Huh?”

“Hah, quit joking, Nuka.” Vitani grinned nervously.

Kovu was confused, too, but he digressed.

“Nuka, you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to talk to you! I –”

“Oh, really? Would talking to me clear your conscience? Would that take the weight off your shoulders? Well, go right ahead!”

“Nuka?!” Vitani balked. What was he doing?

Kovu was deeply hurt. The one chance to speak to his brother again, to make any possible amends, to say anything to his deceased brother, dashed.

“I…” the youngest scowled, “You know what? I was gonna try and be your friend, but you’re just the same old antisocial coward that doesn’t wanna listen to anybody!”

“Be my friend? What, do you need me, now? Brother-Killer!”

“What? It was an accident! I didn’t know you were gonna climb that dam!”

They began to yell over each other. Not one word was understood, but not one of those words had to have been important. This was stupid, and out of nowhere. It began to grate against Vitani’s ears.

“SHUT UP, you two!” their sister roared.

They stopped as they watched her stomp her forelegs in frustration.

“You guys know what? Fight it out, then! Just leave me out of your stupid quarrels!” she began to storm away, “You two idiots never changed!”

Just after watching her leave, the two brothers continued to exchange bitter scowls toward one another.

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Across the Pridelands…

Vitani fumed as she mindlessly continued to storm. She made it to a body of water.

“Stupid… this was so stupid…” she grabbed her own face, “Why is it so hard to forgive someone?”

“I may not be of much help, kid, but I can tell ya a good reason why that is…”

Vitani’s heart jumped at the familiar, raspy, rumbly voice. She looked over her shoulder to see a heavily-scarred, green crocodile on an adjacent end of the lake. The crocodile whose leadership and fighting skills she found herself idolizing shortly after her arrival to the Pridelands.

The Fiercest realized she’d wandered all the way to Lake Matope, the home of Makuu and his float.

“H-Hello…” she stammered nervously.

He took a deep breath, “I to this day cannot forgive someone I once considered a brother. He disobeyed me, disrespected me, and betrayed me.”

“You’re talking about –”

“Kiburi…” the crocodile leader growled lowly.

Long ago, in a far away marsh land…

“I lived far from the Pridelands – waayyy south. Like most crocodiles, life was tough by the time you reach your juvenile years. It’s why we got such thick skin. I grew up all alone, but I got by. I liked it that way… 

“Until one day, I happened upon a young croc not too different in age from me. He would find himself getting into trouble a lot. I saved him from trouble, one day. Some bigger crocs were chasin’ him out of their turf.

“I used the one trick I learned on my own to get through life: The Reverse Tail-Whip…

“I smacked the thugs away like it was nothin’. Kiburi told me how he never felt like he fit in. His father never wanted him, and it felt like no one else did, either. He admired my self-sufficiency, and wanted to start a new float with me.

“I like you, Makuu. You’re smart. We’d make a great team. You could be the brains, and I could be the brawn.”

“With all the trouble I had to help him get out of, I took care of the brawn, too. Though, Kiburi never liked to admit it. He looked up at me too much to really care..

“This ‘Circle of Life’ meant nothin’ to us. All we understood was ‘eat or be eaten’, growing up in the world that we did.

“It was just the two of us, until we came across some older crocs migrating north. They’d been away from the Pridelands because herds were sparse and on the move. 

Pua was their leader, and he saw potential in the both of us. We got through the traditional initiation by taking on some members of his float, and we were in.

“When we all arrived at the restored Pridelands, I could sense Kiburi and the other younger crocodiles were growing tired of Pua’s old ways, and I did too. Kiburi pressured me to challenge the old leader. 

“I won, and felt good to be in power. I pushed other animals around, intimidated them, and ate whatever I pleased. But Kion and his Lion Guard warned me about breaking the Circle of Life. I didn’t listen for the longest time, but all my leadership did was get my float and I into nothing but trouble.

“I made efforts to change my ways, and had to prove tirelessly to the Lion Guard and the Pridelands that I would follow the laws of the land.

“Kiburi missed the old me, and would pressure me to go back to my old ways. I felt wrong for it, and refused, and he lost all respect for me. He began to lead my float behind my back, and called for a Mashindano.

“He lost, and I banished him. He kept coming back to the Pridelands and illegally challenging me under Scar’s control. He stopped coming back, one day, and we’ve never seen each other, since…

“His betrayal goes beyond working for Scar. It was personal, and the time to cut him out of my life was due for some time…”

Vitani knew someone like Kiburi. This lion encouraged her to be a savage, domineering enforcer. One who didn’t take kindly to redeeming oneself and listening to the enemy. The refusal to make peace was her ultimate downfall.

The Fiercest remembered her recent encounter with her mother. She still never told anyone, still believing it to be a prophetic dream, as the Zamani powder provided by Makini could not help her figure it out. She heard the crocodile speak up again.

“Sometimes, ya just gotta let go of the ones that hold ya down to better yourself as a leader.” 

He didn’t look up from his gaze into the lake, but he sensed the lioness’ saddened stare into the distance. 

“Truth hurts, kid. I know…” he said.

Vitani slowly looked back at Pride Rock, observing the glow emanating from her brother’s fiery form.

She wondered what would happen if the two never forgave one another…

“Thanks, Makuu.” she said, “I… I think I needed that…”

_________

Back at the Den…

Kovu stared at Nuka’s fiery form like it had been a spiritual observation of a bonfire, still thinking of something to say. 

The spirit had his back turned with his arms crossed.

“Well, if you’re gonna talk again, go on, spit it out, Termite…”

“I just wanted to say, ah…” Kovu stammered, “About the, y’know, the Gorge…”

“Oh, I know what this is gonna be about. It’s gonna be about how I died and you ended up getting everything you ever wanted in the end because of it, right?”

“If you just let me finish one sentence –” Kovu gritted his teeth.

“King Termite always gets what he wants! And now you wanna mock me to my undead, ghostly face! ‘Oh, Nuka’s such a clumsy idiot! Look, being a klutz finally got him in the end! That big jerk got what was coming!’ Yeah, YOU WIN! Or is that not enough?”

“IT WAS MY FAULT!”

“...Huh?”

“I don’t think you died like an idiot. It was all my fault…” Kovu continued, “I just stood up there and did nothing. And when you fell, I couldn’t get to you in time… I never wanted you to die. I never wanted anyone to die.”

“You…”

“Not one day passes by where I wish I could go back and grab your paw on time. I wish I could go back further, and tell you how much everyone cares about you. I wanted to tell you so long how much I saw you as the true Chosen One… No matter how much we fought, growing up, I would’ve saved you, either way.”

Nuka was speechless. None of what Kovu said sounded real. He never thought the termite valued him that way. He looked away.

Kovu looked away too, remembering all the times he and his brother bickered as cubs. He suddenly remembered a rather notable time:

Years ago, on the border between the Outlands and the river…

It was early morning. Zira tasked Nuka with watching over a young Kovu and Vitani while she, herself, would make her weekly reconnaissance rounds at the border of the Pridelands to listen for updates on her enemy, Simba.

Nuka, however, had different plans. He was going to catch dinner for mother. He was going to prove he was more competent than the little termite he was stuck babysitting.

Speaking of Kovu, the little cub had trailed behind him on his hunt, much to his chagrin. He begrudgingly let the little twerp follow along and at least learn something.

“Didja catch the mouse, yet?” the cub goaded, “Betcha didn’t!”

“You scared him away, you little miscreant.” Nuka sneered, turning to Kovu, “Stop following me.”

He backhanded the rejected cub. Kovu tumbled to the ground.

“I just thought, you know… we could be together.” the cub sniffed.

“It’s every lion for himself. Or are you afraid to be on your own? Coward.” 

Kovu got in his face, “I’m not afraid of anything, fleabag!”

“Termite.”

The teen turned his back and hobbled away with his awkward gait. smiled to himself, relieved to finally have found a way to get the cub out of his hair.

Kovu’s head hung low as he was all alone with Nuka’s hurtful words echoed in his mind.

Pretty soon, the mouse ran out of hiding, and Kovu seized the opportunity to catch it on his own without Nuka.

Success! He pounced on the mouse with accuracy, grabbed it by the tail, and dangled it above his mouth, just like the lion he was being shaped up to be.

“I am the Chosen One. A great and mighty warrior.” he hissed ferociously, “I have chosen you to die honorably and nourish me.”

The mouse squirmed in Kovu’s paw. The cub frowned, and his shoulders lowered. He didn’t have the heart to take the life of another animal, not even one a lion needed to eat to live.

“However… um… Since I am not so hungry right now, I give you your freedom. So, go on!”

He let the mouse run free.

Suddenly, he heard a creak of a log in the distance, as if it was being crossed. The cub shrugged, thinking it to be nothing. He continued to explore the area he found himself in.

Before he knew it, he felt something his size crash into him, and the rest was history…

Present day…

“Y’know… if it hadn’t been for you, I would’ve never met Kiara, that day…” Kovu spoke up, “...and we never would’ve brought the prides together.I don’t think you realize just how much you saved the Pridelands’ future…”

Nuka continued to not speak. He glanced at Kovu a few times, then back down. He thought and thought.

“Uh… I gotta go…” he finally mumbled.

POOF!

Nuka was gone in the same flash he appeared from.

“Nuka!” Kovu called.

He sighed, “I forgive you…”

The lioness who watched everything from the nook between the walls of Pride Rock slithered down the megalith. She set out to travel far out to the border between the Pridelands and the Backlands.

_________

Back to Pride Rock…

Vitani made it back home that evening. She saw her younger brother sit at the edge of Pride Rock.

She sighed as she made it to the platform, expecting the worst. Kovu would be mad on top of an already bad day, Nuka would of course be even angrier and not want to talk to either Kovu, nor even her, for a very long time – or ever again.

Today wasn’t the right day for this, she supposed. She hoped she didn’t drive them further apart.

“So, where’d you go?” Kovu asked.

“Just… needed to clear my mind. Doesn’t matter.” she turned to her younger brother, “I take it Nuka yelled your ear off and bailed?”

“Actually, I kinda felt like we were starting to finally talk.”

The lioness turned to him, “Really?”

“Yeah,” Kovu looked down, “but… he left before I could get a proper goodbye.”

“Of course…” the lioness rolled her eyes.

“Yeah. Just… poofed away. He looked like he wanted to say something.”

“So close!” Vitani groaned.

“You know how proud he can get. He’s probably just not ready, yet.”

“No! This was supposed to happen today!” she paced stressfully, “M-Maybe it wasn’t done ri –”

Vitani stopped herself. She looked up to see a very confused, and, admittedly concerned, Kovu.

No, the forgiveness was to come naturally. From the heart. 

She took a deep breath, and refrained from finishing her point, so as to not make Kovu force his forgiveness the next chance he could speak to Nuka.

“Maaayyybe he just needs time,” the dark furred lion finally said, “to think it over?”

“I guess…”

_________

At Misingi Falls…

Kiara stood at the grassy base of the waterfall. She dropped a flaming torch onto the grass and watched the fire grow as it ignited the driest parts of the field. 

Within that time, the ghastly cerulean glow left Kiara’s eyes, and her body slumped forward. Zira’s spirit had left the living lioness’ body, and seeped into the lake.

Kiara, on the other hand, though conscious, was suspended in place by the water in her body. 

Due to irreversible injuries sustained the previous year, Kiara felt herself easily wanting to cough from the rising smoke in the field, but the controlling force wouldn’t let her.

A glow had risen up the waterfall, and pretty soon, it had taken the form of the fallen Outsider leader.

Kiara wanted to yell from what she saw. She knew she wasn’t herself, and she knew the voice in her head, and now she saw what it all had been. Zira held the Princess’ mouth shut, smiling down at her tauntingly while doing so.

Zira called to her eldest child’s spirit with the chant she remembered:

“Roho ya Moto!” she bellowed, “Rise, my dear son!”

As expected, Nuka appeared as a flame.

“...Huh? Two summonings in one day?” he whipped around, “How – Wh-Where even am I – ?”

He deeply gasped at what he saw before him.

“Welcome back, son.”

If he wasn’t made of fire, he’d be shedding tears at the sight of his mother’s warmly smiling form.

“MOTHER! Is it really you? Oh, it’s been so long!”

“That, it has.” she said, “Far, too long.”

“What are you doing here?” he looked up and down, “Why are you made of water?”

“Let’s just say that your sister has been a real big help, lately…” 

“Yeah! I’ve been chosen by the Lions of the Past to help Vitani! Oh! She leads the Lion Guard, by the way! And Kovu’s… uh… Gonna be King…”

She remembered her sons’ interactions with one another. She took Nuka’s jealousy of Kovu into account.

“So I’ve heard!” Zira purred, “It’s a good thing she did! Your brother and sister – ever since they made themselves at home in the Pridelands, they seem to have forgotten who their real family is. They need our help, and you’re just the one I need to help execute that plan…” 

Zira held out an arm. Without hesitation, Nuka accepted his mother’s embrace.

He felt her watery form sizzle against his fiery surface. Her embrace stung, but it was something he wanted for years.

“You’re the only true follower I have left. The better son…”

Nuka smiled from ear-to-ear. He finally heard the one thing he’d always wanted to hear from his mother.

He would do anything to keep it like this…

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Author's Notes:

The flashback of Kovu and Nuka's interaction as cubs was based on a scene from an early TLK 2 script written in 1996. It comes just before Kovu and Kiara's meeting. Because it fit so seamlessly into the timeline of the final movie, I decided the interaction would be canon (at least in my works). It blows my mind just how much one of many little spats the two brothers have would lead to the legendary events of the movie, so I just HAD to include it.

Normally Nuka can be summoned only once per day. However, that rule only turns out to apply for each animal that summons him. Zira gets a turn to summon him the same day Vitani did because she's another individual.

Artist Notes:

I gave Makuu scars because I not only felt like the kinds of fights he'd get into would earn them, but also to just show the passage of time and his status as an older, experienced leader.

The Kiara silhouette in Image 3 is actually a reused drawing of her I'd drawn way back in 2018 in a cancelled comic page. I might post the unfinished comic sometime.