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I'll Follow You Into The Dark [Completed]
Character(s): Timon and Simba
Content: The pair finally reunite after Larxene's reign of terror.
Setting: Paixao Central Station
Time: Late Afternoon
Warnings: None
Content: The pair finally reunite after Larxene's reign of terror.
Setting: Paixao Central Station
Time: Late Afternoon
Warnings: None
The past he had run from so long ago had finally caught up with him. It reminded him of the old times, the harder times. He felt as though he was with his old colony again; everyone hated him. He had tried to do good, really. But it hadn't quite turned out as planned. It never turned out as planned. It filled him with anger, fear, and finally, sorrow. The problems he thought he had left behind him four years ago had somehow followed him.
Simba had never really been part of the equation in Paixao. Though, he had considered the lions arrival, it simply seemed too doubtful of to occurring. Not these days, anyway. He had his cards all ready, Pumbaa was close and protected, as was he. If the Organization tried anything he was ready. Countless plans had been developed thanks to his 'cunning' and 'great craft' over the course of the last month to poison their attempts at kidnapping or brainwashing others. However, an ace had fallen onto the table, and Larxene had caught it much faster then he ever could.
His grip tightened around the bar he had found to ensure his security aboard the train. He managed to slip in quite easily without paying a fee to board. However, it wasn't long before he found the fastest mode of transportation was one of his least favorite. The train was noisy and moved at an uncomfortable pace. The endless sea of feet that swarmed around him threatened to step on him at any given moment and most of all, he couldn't see where the train was going. If it weren't for the announcement given at each stop, he'd of never known when to get off.
He felt nervous as he entered Central Station. Simba was waiting for him there and to be honest, Timon didn't know what to expect. Last he had seen his friend was... Quite some time ago. They hadn't been on the best of terms, or so he assumed. The lion had disappeared so suddenly into the night, he could only guess it was something he had said or done because by the next morning Simba had not returned. Of course, there was also what Larxene had done to him, if anything. There was another worry. He could stand if his friend was mad at him, but not if he was hurt.
The little meerkat pushed his way through the field of feet irritably as he searched for his semi-carnivorous friend.
Simba had never really been part of the equation in Paixao. Though, he had considered the lions arrival, it simply seemed too doubtful of to occurring. Not these days, anyway. He had his cards all ready, Pumbaa was close and protected, as was he. If the Organization tried anything he was ready. Countless plans had been developed thanks to his 'cunning' and 'great craft' over the course of the last month to poison their attempts at kidnapping or brainwashing others. However, an ace had fallen onto the table, and Larxene had caught it much faster then he ever could.
His grip tightened around the bar he had found to ensure his security aboard the train. He managed to slip in quite easily without paying a fee to board. However, it wasn't long before he found the fastest mode of transportation was one of his least favorite. The train was noisy and moved at an uncomfortable pace. The endless sea of feet that swarmed around him threatened to step on him at any given moment and most of all, he couldn't see where the train was going. If it weren't for the announcement given at each stop, he'd of never known when to get off.
He felt nervous as he entered Central Station. Simba was waiting for him there and to be honest, Timon didn't know what to expect. Last he had seen his friend was... Quite some time ago. They hadn't been on the best of terms, or so he assumed. The lion had disappeared so suddenly into the night, he could only guess it was something he had said or done because by the next morning Simba had not returned. Of course, there was also what Larxene had done to him, if anything. There was another worry. He could stand if his friend was mad at him, but not if he was hurt.
The little meerkat pushed his way through the field of feet irritably as he searched for his semi-carnivorous friend.
no subject
Regardless how long the meerkat had been here, and all that he had endured in that time, little had changed regarding his ego. Timon was just the same as he had been for years, and likely remain that way for those left to come. He was too stubborn for change. -that is, unless there was something in it for him. Then it would be considered. But that was besides the point.
"You forget who you're talking to already?" he asked, casually leaning to his right to speak into Simba's ear. "This is the 'kat who invented 'Hakuna Matata', sonny. The one that saved you, who raised you as though you were my very own and... And I suppose Pumbaa helped too, but only under my careful instruction."
From that point on, the little rodent just talked. Talked, talked, and talked some more. He always talked a lot. Thankfully, the topic did not always center around him. He spoke of his experiences and the knowledge he had gained within Paixao's walls. There was little hesitation when it came to sharing these things over dinner. He told his friend knowingly of the dangers that laid ahead, the many habits, inventions, and ways of human living. Not to speak to any strange animals or Organization members, and many other things he considered useful.
But, there even more useful things he had left out. There was no mention of his part in the Resistance, nor exactly how long he had been in Paixao. He simply laughed and shrugged the question off, as he did few other
questions. Some things Simba was better off not knowing, especially for his safety. That was one of Timon's greatest concerns, especially after his capture. He wouldn't lie to his friend, but he would avoid the truth if he could depending on the subject. 'Oh, your head couldn't handle it all.' he'd joke, regardless of the lions response that his head was much larger than Timon's.
He enjoyed his meal, as he always did, and was quite certain Simba did too. He had ordered his friend something more to his carnivorous taste, in the process teaching him about currency, finding food, and about the peculiar creatures known as Lumens that wandered the city. It was advised that he not practice hunting with them, for they could be just as dangerous as the Heartless which Timon taught him about shortly after.
By the end of their meal Timon had run out of things to explain. He simply sat across from Simba, deep in thought. The time he had spent separated from his friend no longer felt so long. It was as though he'd been back in the jungle with him only yesterday. He knew he had aged considerably (hey, two years were a big deal to a meerkat!) in his absents from the oasis, Pumbaa even more so, but even so...
The meerkat looked to his friend and smiled.
At least they were all together again.