Under The Stars [Solo/Completed]

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Character: Just Timon
Content: Now on his own, Timon reflects over a few things before discovering an opportunity he is oblivious to taking in.
Setting: A bit past Cafe Ersesat [H8]
Time: Tuesday, Night, Week 2.
Warnings: A tad emo with a side of imaginary friends.

His gaze lay into the deep blue sky above him, littered with an assortment of bright stars allowing him to feel at least a little like he were at home. Dark chocolate eyes stared into space as their owners mind drifted off soundlessly. It was chilly out, which was to be expected though proving to be the last thing on the redheads mind.

What had he done to receive such punishment, withdrawal from those he held so dearly? For instants, what of the young lion? Was saving his life a mistake? Raising him, teaching him in a fatherly fashion the importance to life all a waste? It appeared so seeing as it grew more and more obvious that the feline perhaps did not wish to be found. In truth, he just wanted his son back. A son which wasn't even his to begin with. In a sense, he had stolen the cub. Through the years of raising him, the meerkat and warthog duo had been fairly nervous for if Simba's mother had ever found them with her son... Well, there would be little room for an explanation and the pair of insectivores would without doubt find themselves served as lunch for the lions that their adopted friend belonged to.

Timon grit his teeth painfully at the thought, clutching his upset stomach with hope of calming it. After eating nothing but chocolate all day almost anyone could predict such results from the tummy. But for once, he paid little attention to his belly's calling. A small chuckle escaped past his lips as he looked away from the painted sky beyond his reach.

"Nothings wrong, you worry to much." he spoke softly in the empty corner of the alley across from him. "Common, there are way better things to talk about then mushy feelings."

To the untrained eye, it would appear as if the man were talking to himself. Perhaps he was but through his own eyes he could see his friend seated across from him, looking worriedly back at him before replying. The fact was, the corner was empty. And Pumbaa, he was merely a fragment of Timon's imagination. The bond between them remain so strong, and for the first time in years, they were separate from one another, un-able to speak their minds... Well, at least not with a physical presence. It felt necessary to talk to the other, even if they were not currently there.

"Just things. Simba, you, Kovu... -Oh, right. I met him today along with some others. He's a lion from the Pridelands... Luck indeed. Though he apparently knew me. He said he was from the future. I end up serving the royal family! I told you I was worthy enough to... -what? No, I didn't ask about you but I'm sure your with me. He knew who you were so you must have been. Besides, I wouldn't leave you for all the grubs in the world."

An awkward silence struck just as the meerkat finished his sentence.

He would ever dream of abandoning his friend for a meal, but the fact remain that he was currently without his pal out of reach.

Scratching his head, Timon pulled on his white trench coat around him tighter in hopes to gain warmth while slowly sliding down the cold, brick wall he had propped himself against. A comfortable spot was found between a tin, garbage can and a cardboard box. The over power ordure escaping the metal containment though proved otherwise. Turning in the opposite direction so the heap of smelly garbage was behind him, the man coughed. "Ugh, it stinks."

'Oh, sorry.' replied the imaginary warthog, a small, innocent smile peeking through his features.

The human laughed, "No, not you." Looking up at the stars once again, he quickly added " -for once."

'What a relief... So, where's Kovu?'

"Looking for his stupid girlfriend." the 'kat muttered through a fairly noticeable change of mood from pleased to grumpy. The subject appeared to have many jagged bumps and sharp points which he wished to avoid without question. "Who cares about him. He's a jerk anyway."

Pumbaa's brow peaked with interest, regardless of the lack of spotlight being shown on him at this point. Timon could only imagine that such an action or expression were drawn upon the pigs face as he spoke. 'That's not a very nice thing to say. You've never met his girlfriend, she could be very nice lioness.'

"But I don't want to meet her."

'Why not?' the enigma questioned.

"Because I'd rather find you and Simba." he snapped as if it were the most obvious thing known to man kind. A frown chiseled it's way into his features, awaiting a speech of some sort from his friend... But none came. The sculpted expression crumbled once the redhead found the warthog had vanished from the spot he had at one time been sitting. Great, now he was alone again. Not even the imaginary Pumbaa could put up with him. This was getting depressing.

Staring up at the bright, shining lights above, the lost soul lazily began to ponder his thoughts from earlier. He knew his friend wasn't coming back for some time now, and that he couldn't go running to Kovu for forgiveness. Not that he would -unless it would lead to the pig's return. The rusty, red lion's feelings for this girl of his sparked not only confusion for the fact Timon had little experience with women, love, and commitment to understand why the rogue acted with such determination, but also lead to an unexpected forum jealousy. If Kovu had found him through his journal, he'd have probably waited longer than mer seconds to run off find him...right?

Unsure of his thoughts, the man tried to prevent all thinking in order to allow himself to calm down into a meditative state. One which he failed miserably at gaining once catching the most unusual of sights: a shooting star.

This was his chance! There was no time to contemplate what he'd wanted most with his wish. All Timon could do was close his eyes and spit out the first thing that came to mind...