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? | COVER BY Infinite_Exho|


Author's note

Disclaimer: This is a Disney fanfiction, none of the characters are mine, they are all property of Disney. The title is taken from lyrics in the song "Belle" from "Beauty and the Beast". The awesome cover was made by Infinite_Exho. Please enjoy the story!

2. Scar & Shere Khan

Shere Khan parked his car in front of the large Pride Co. building, owned and run by Muffassa Pride. That wasn't who he was waiting on, however, instead he was waiting on the younger brother of Muffassa, who shared Shere Khan's dark persona. He barely had to wait at all, as the glass doors of the building opened and Scar came walking out, wearing a black suit and a look of boredom and superiority. 

"How does some La Beauté et la Fête, sound?" Shere Khan asked once Scar had gracefully slid into the passenger seat. "It'll be my treat."

Scar raised an eyebrow in response. "Isn't it a bit late for lunch?" 

The other man chuckled. "I know you don't eat at work, Scar."

"You know too much," he replied as his companion began to drive away, a sinister grin on his face. "I may just have to kill you."

"Save that for your brother, will you?" Shere Khan's reply earned him a chuckle from Scar as they started the short drive to the local French restaurant. As Scar's partner, he knew of his not-quite-hidden feelings towards his family.

"I just might," Scar confessed with a smirk. "And Simba too."

Shere Khan simply chuckled and shook his head fondly as they arrived at the restaurant. Before long they were seated at their usual table, in the corner by the open window, where they could see everyone, but very few could see them. They had ordered and nearly finished their meals when Scar's phone began to ring. 

The man made a noise of anger, eerily similar to a growl as he pulled the device out of his pocket. Shere Khan chuckled when he saw Mufasa's contact picture on the screen, receiving a venomous glare from Scar as he answered the call.

"What can I do for my dearest brother?" Scar drawled sarcastically, pulling a small, half grin from Shere Khan as he overheard the conversation.

"You could start with being nicer to your family Scar," Mufasa's deep voice replied with a hint of tired frustration. "After all, I am your boss."

"Don't remind me," he said, boredom and annoyance evident in his voice.rolling his eyes. "I assume this isn't a courtesy call."

Mufasa sighed. "No, I was hoping you could do me a favor."

"Let me think," Scar replied, examining his well-groomed fingernails. "No."

"I need you to watch Simba for the evening," Mufasa continued as if he hadn't heard, a usual occurrence in any of the brothers' conversations. "Just pick him up after school, feed him dinner, and bring him home around seven or so."

"I believe I said no," Scar replied with disinterest. "Besides, the hairball is yours, therefore, you should watch him."

"That hairball is my son and your future CEO," Mufasa growled, before regaining his composure and continuing. "I can't watch him this evening, that's why I called you. Do you really think I would call you if I had another choice?"

"Don't you have a wife and an assistant for this sort of thing?" While Scar liked Sarabi more than his brother, he didn't care enough to save her watching the brat, and Zazu was much too uptight and bossy for Scar's liking.

"Zazu and I have a meeting this evening," Mufasa sighed. "And Sarabi is visiting her mother in Tanzania, she won't be home for another week."

"I have plans for the night," Scar replied, looking back to dining partner. Shere Khan winked, and Scar waved him off with a dismissive gesture, though there was mirth in his acid green eyes. "I have a date."

"Take Simba with you," Mufasa suggested, frustration clear in his tone. "I assure you he wants nothing more than to spend time with his favorite uncle."

"I'm his only uncle, he has no other choice," Scar reminded him, his own frustration equally apparent. "I'll watch him if I must, but I'm taking tomorrow off to make up for a wasted evening."

"Thank you, Scar," Mufasa sighed, sounding far too tired to bother responding to his younger brother's insult. 

"Goodbye," Scar hung up and stuffed his phone back in his pocket with a look of anger on his face.

"Well that was awfully nice of you," Shere Khan chuckled, amused by his partner's frustration. "I never thought you to be the babysitter type."

"I'm not," the other man snarled. "In fact, I plan to feed the runt nothing but sugar so that by the time he gets home Mufasa will have hell to pay. I might even send him home with pixie sticks in his pockets."

"You are a wicked one," he laughed. "Perhaps I can help you corrupt this child you despise so much?"

"What time do schools release their share of brats these days? Three O'clock?" Scar checked his watch, before letting out a sound of frustration. "Of course my idiot brother calls me only twenty minutes before we need to get him."

"We'll stop at the candy store on our way, buy him something with red dye in it. That's what makes him the most hyper isn't it?" Shere Khan asked as he paid the waitress for their meals. 

"This must be why I put up with you," Scar's grin would've frighted the very same child they were discussing. "Mufasa will be simply furious."

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