Kovu could see Simba and Yamin only a hundred yards away.  They had to have walked extremely slowly to have only come this far.  The Outlands still weren't for another 500 yards ahead of the two, so tried to walk at about the same pace that Yamin and Simba were.

            Then Kovu thought to himself; why can't I attack him right now?  That's kinda stupid of me… Why couldn't I have just attacked Yamin back there, at Pride Rock?  I guess I'll wait 'till the Outlands still, just to make sure the plan's flawless…

 

            Then Kovu started to think:  Could he really kill his father, even though he knew how truly nasty he was?  Because, well, after he's dead, Vitani's the only family member I have left…  And I'll still have no direct mother and father… Kovu almost wanted to cry now.

            God d*mn it, I have a pretty screwed up family…

 

 

 

            Yamin spoke up yet again.

            "Simba…"

            Simba was furious.

 

 

            Kovu could see Simba and Yamin only a hundred yards away.  They had to have walked extremely slowly to have only come this far.  The Outlands still weren't for another 500 yards ahead of the two, so tried to walk at about the same pace that Yamin and Simba were.

            Then Kovu thought to himself; why can't I attack him right now?  That's kinda stupid of me… Why couldn't I have just attacked Yamin back there, at Pride Rock?  I guess I'll wait 'till the Outlands still, just to make sure the plan's flawless…

 

            Then Kovu started to think:  Could he really kill his father, even though he knew how truly nasty he was?  Because, well, after he's dead, Vitani's the only family member I have left…  And I'll still have no direct mother and father… Kovu almost wanted to cry now.

            God d*mn it, I have a pretty screwed up family…

 

 

 

            Yamin spoke up yet again.

            "Simba…"

style="mso-spacerun: yes">  "What could you possibly want now?  I'd rather you kill me than listen to your dumb lectures.

            Yamin looked to his right, seeing the maybe 200 feet steep canyon.

            "I can arrange that!"

            Yamin dug his claws into Simba's belly, making him fall forward.  He extracted his claws, pulling his paw away from under Simba as he fell a little bit more.

            Yamin laughed as he started dragging Simba, still hanging on to dear life,  to the edge of the canyon.

 

 

            Kovu went big-eyed at what he saw.

            Simba apparently ticked off Yamin, and now Yamin had his claws into Simba's stomach.

            Kovu ran as fast as he could.

 

 

            Yamin could see Kovu, only about twenty feet away when he lifted his head to see his surroundings.  Simba was only about fifteen yards away from the edge.  Yamin continued to drag Simba as fast as he could, getting him only seven yards away before being slashed across the face.

            "Ahh!"

  It was all you.  You killed already your fair share of lionesses, Yamin.  Now shut up and die…"  Kovu was almost surprised at what he had just said, but knew there was no real shame in saying it.  This wasn't even half the appropriate death that Yamin deserved…

            Yamin started frantically looking around hopelessly.  "Kovu… please!  I'm begging you!  We can be father and son again!  Don't you want that, son?"

            Kovu thought for a second.  He almost wanted to cry. Trying to suppress a set of tears that he wanted to cry out for so many years, he said in a hoarse voice, with all his energy, "No, you're not my father.  My father's Scar."

            Kovu extracted his claws.  They pierced through Yamin's skin in the areas that he was pinning him down by, making Yamin cry out in pain.

            Kovu extracted his claws, almost waiting for Yamin to talk, or give one of his great lectures.

            "Kovu, before you kill me…" Yamin paused. "You're the worst son ever!  I HATE YOU!"

            Kovu was beyond hurt at the comment, but Kovu knew that this was exactly how Yamin wanted him to feel.  Besides, if Kovu didn't kill Yamin, then both he and Simba might die…

            "I love you, too, dad."

            Kovu got up.  Yamin slowly tried to get up, but Kovu lurched his body forward at him, his claws extracted once more, stabbing Yamin on the left side of his stomach.  Yamin let out a moan.

  Kovu was almost surprised at what he had just said, but knew there was no real shame in saying it.  This wasn't even half the appropriate death that Yamin deserved…

            Yamin started frantically looking around hopelessly.  "Kovu… please!  I'm begging you!  We can be father and son again!  Don't you want that, son?"

            Kovu thought for a second.  He almost wanted to cry. Trying to suppress a set of tears that he wanted to cry out for so many years, he said in a hoarse voice, with all his energy, "No, you're not my father.  My father's Scar."

            Kovu extracted his claws.  They pierced through Yamin's skin in the areas that he was pinning him down by, making Yamin cry out in pain.

            Kovu extracted his claws, almost waiting for Yamin to talk, or give one of his great lectures.

            "Kovu, before you kill me…" Yamin paused. "You're the worst son ever!  I HATE YOU!"

            Kovu was beyond hurt at the comment, but Kovu knew that this was exactly how Yamin wanted him to feel.  Besides, if Kovu didn't kill Yamin, then both he and Simba might die…

            "I love you, too, dad."

New Roman">            Now Simba was up, ready to help Kovu.

            Kovu got back up.  "Simba, dispose of Yamin over the edge."

            Simba looked at Kovu, seeing through to all his painful feelings.  Simba nodded, pushing Yamin with all his might over the edge.

            As he fell, Kovu heard his voice as clear as day:

            "I HATE YOU!"

 

 

            Simba was worried for Kovu now. 

            "You okay, Kovu?"

            Kovu walked over to the ledge of the canyon that so many people had died at before.  It pained Kovu to already see vultures circling around the dead body of his father, Yamin, but felt no guilt.  "No…"

            Simba slowly walked to the left side of Kovu.  "I guess I owe you one, Kovu…"

            Kovu smiled, now meeting Simba's glare. 

            "No… No, you don't, trust me."

            Simba, too, looked down.  He hated heights, so pulled back after seeing the vultures encircling around Yamin's dead body.

            "First Mufasa, then Zira, now Yamin… almost funny, Kovu.  You think I'll die here?"

            Kovu suddenly tried to look serious.  "I can arrange

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