Two Brothers von abgemeldet (Scar and Mufasa) ================================================================================ Kapitel 1: INtroduction and Chapter 1 ------------------------------------- Introduction Once upon a time there were two brothers. And I want to tell you their story. It's a story about Love and hate, about give and take, about loss and rebuild. Ah that's crap! I hate such Introductions. You wanna know the truth? I had a strange dream and this is what came out. Read it or not, your choice. Bit let me please warn you: It will DEFINITLY contain Yaoi and Incest. So if you hold a grudge against things like that back off right HERE. Got it? All Yaoi-Haters out? Good. Then we'll continue. So where did I stop...? Ah I remember. Two Brothers, Scar and Mufasa. Yes I know that that are Characters from The Lion King. In my Story they're human and believe me this has nothing to do with the Original THL-Storys. I just like the Characters, especially Scar. I always preferred the bad Guy. Those Brothers were Princes. Scar was the older one so, according to the Tradition he would have been the next King. But Scar were never Interested in such things like dominating a country. He loved Potions and Spells, the wisdom of the old ones. And so he began to isolate himself from other People to a point where his Father the King could no longer close his eyes. After all the tries of Ahadi to reach his Son had failed he choose that the second son, Mufasa should become King. Until this moment, Mufasa had mostly been aside his bigger brother, worshiping and adoring him. But as his Fathers decision was clear he was told not to see him anymore. Scar himself didn't notice that prohibition against him. When Mufasa discontinued stopping by, he began to think that his younger brother now, like everyone else began to think that he was kinda strange and started avoiding him. But for some reason, he was not that uncaring about him staying away as he was with everybody else. Even when his Parents turned there back on them he felt nothing. But his little brother... A sudden Pain came up his chest. From this moment on Scar locked himself up even more. He started searching for spells from all over the the world. For money he sold his skills to the people, not caring if what they were using them for would be bad or good. But he could never ease this numb pain that hold his heart since the day Mufasa abandoned him First Scar was wandering around in his room. He had thought about it so many times. How often had he been only seconds away from really doing it? But in the end he never could. He could not kill his own brother. Long time ago he became clear about that the only way to get rid of this Pain would be to get rid of the reason for it. To get rid of Mufasa. His own little brother. Who once so lovely and trustful had looked up on him smiling and saying “You're the best, Onii-chan*!” But that was long gone. The smiling child grew up to a serious young man who once would be King of the whole country. And after all he not only had he stopped smiling. He also stopped seeing Scar as big brother. What else explanation could there be for him to suddenly stop his visiting in Scars Laboratory without saying a word? It was a full moon night, bright enough to see everything in black and white. For him it would be so easy... Suddenly Scar grabbed the knife. Now or never. It had to be done. No matter what. He left his room quietly Holding the Knife in the right hand, a little behind his back. Mufasas Room was only a few doors away. So close and yet so far. There were no Guards. Mufasa hated it being guarded while sleeping. What a foolish Child. Scar secretly sneaked in. The Moonlight bathed the slender face of his grown but yet so childlike brother. It looked pale this way. Suddenly Scar thougt that in a minute it would not look pale because of moonlight. But because of death. Death that he, his own brother would bring him. Was it really alright? Mufasa trusted him didn't he? He let him stay in the castle even near to his room without any guards watching it... No. Not again. This time he would not withdraw. He would end it. Here and Now. Scar raised the knife. Would his blood be red, even in the pale light? This Question came up to Scars mind without wanting it.. And the same Moment Mufasa moved. Rapidly Scar backed up. Did he wake up? No his eyes were closed. But he started murmuring. “Scar... help me...Don't leave me...brother...Onii-chan...Stay, please...” The elder one stood there like he was frozen. What was that? Why was he saying such things? How could he dare to say things like this after all he'd done? Scar lowered the knife. He felt like a huge and heavy burden had been put through his shoulders. Like an old man he shuffled back into his room. In the moonlight his tears seemed to be made from silver. Hosted by Animexx e.V. (http://www.animexx.de)