Little Town Full Of Little People |Battle Of The Fandoms Competition Entry|

Little town gossip is a tale as old as time, the same story everywhere you go. Or is it? |Disclaimer: This is a Disney fan fiction, none of the character's are mine, they are all property of Disney. |The title is taken from lyrics in the song "Belle" from "Beauty and the Beast| COVER BY Infinite_Exho|

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3. Bagheera & Baloo

Bagheera sighed when the bell rang at the end of the day, causing his students to rush out of the room without so much as waiting for him to finish the last details of his lesson. Despite this, he tried to remind as many students as possible about the assignment due at the end of the week, as well as the school events coming up. When the last of the students had left he closed his power point and placed his laptop in his bag before gathering the assignments that needed to be graded and placing them in his bag as well. Bagheera pulled the strap of his messenger bag over his shoulder and adjusted his black dress shirt accordingly before leaving the room. Carefully navigating the halls so as not to bump into any over excited children, he finally made it out of the building and began to walk towards the teachers parking, stopping in his tracks when he heard a familiar voice.

"Bagheera, is that you? It's been a long time," the smooth, British accented voice called.

Bagheera turned, seeing the man he had no desire to speak to ever again. "Shere Khan, yes, it's been a while, hasn't it?"

"I had no idea you still worked here," Shere Khan's smile suggested that this conversation was anything but a catch-up between ex-boyfriends. "How is it working out for you?"

"It's just fine," Bagheera tried not to let his suspicions show. "What are you doing here? I don't recall you having children."

"I don't," Shere Khan turned back to his car, where he spoke into the open passenger window. "I believe that's your nephew."

The man in the car, who had gone unnoticed by Bagheera until this point, pulled a phone away from his ear and hung up before climbing out of the car gracefully. The man had a dark complexion, with long black hair and bright green eyes, one surrounded by long scar running from above his eyebrow to midway down his cheek.

"Yes, I believe it is," the man drawled before glancing in Bagheera's direction. "Care to introduce me to your friend?"

"Ah, yes, Scar this is Bagheera, my ex," Shere Khan introduced the pair. "Bagheera this is Scar, my current partner."

"We're here to pick up my nephew," Scar informed him, glancing over Bagheera's shoulder. "Speak of the devil."

"Hi uncle Scar! Dad didn't tell me you were bringing Shere Khan with you," the voice of one of Bagheera's students spoke up from behind him. "Oh, hi Mr. Kingsley! I didn't know you knew my uncle."

The voice belonged to none other than Simba, the son of Mufasa Jones. He looked like his father, with red hair, russet-brown skin and chocolate brown eyes. However while his father was large and muscular, the boy was small and scrawny, though he was likely to grow into it as he aged. 

"We just met," Bagheera informed him. "I should get going, you three have a nice evening."

Bagheera crossed the parking lot and climbed into his car, a black Jaguar XJ, and pulled out of the parking lot, feeling the gaze of Shere Khan and Scar boring into his back. There was something about the pair that made his skin crawl, as if they were hiding evil intentions beneath their posh, elegant exteriors. Shaking the ridiculous thought out of his head, Bagheera drove home, walking in the door to hear Baloo singing some silly song to himself.

"That you Baggy?" Baloo's voice asked from the living room, where it was surprisingly quite. Normally there was music playing.

"Yes Baloo, it's me," he replied as he took off his shoes. "Now what are you doing? It's too quite for you to be up to any good."

"I'm composing," Baloo replied, holding up a piece of paper as Bagheera entered the room. "What d'ya think?"

"The Bare Necessities?" Bagheera read the song title. "You're writing a song about eating fruit?"

"You never know, somebody might like it," the other man shrugged. "How was work?"

"It was alright, children don't listen, but that's not unusual," Bagheera told him, sitting next to him and resting his head on Baloo's shoulder. "Shere Khan showed up as I was leaving."

"He didn't start anything, did he?" Baloo asked, wrapping an arm around Bagheera. 

"No," Bagheera chuckled. "I'm working myself up over nothing."

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