Hello dear readers, with permission from fellow author TMNTMentalistTLK lover I am going to throw in some twists and turns of my own and a few will stay the same. Now without further ado, here's the first chapter of the rewrite of TMNTMentalistTLK lover's Taka The Good With The Bad. Remember to leave a review, thank you.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but a few OCs and the start of the story. Everything else belongs to Disney and TMNTMentalistTLK lover.

The sound of yelps and growls echoed through the grey sky of the shadow lands formerly known as the Pridelands. A rich brown lion stood at edge of the rocky fortress that stood in the middle of his kingdom, with a worried expession. The soul reason why he had let the hyenas in the Pridelands was so that the hyenas would make sure no male crosses the borders to challenge him but it seems as he watched a group of hyenas get plumet to the dry ground that he had picked useless guards. He watched as the large dark brown lion looked towards his direction before running off, following his gaze. The rich brown lion knew that he would lose a fight with this larger male, but maybe there was something he could give in return of him keeping his rightfully owned throne. The sounds of cub laughter caused the king to turn his bright green eyes towards the small area near priderock where a goldish teen lioness with a brownish stripe going down her head and back, playing with his young adult daughter. Some how he must not have good luck, he wanted a male heir to succeed him and he has three daughters, the only son he has is a grandson from his eldest daughter and he is a stink. A waste of air and never will be tilted heir, not as long as he's living. But as the challenging male got closer, he was able to see the young lion's qualities. That's when a idea came to him, he grinned before he headed down the rocky slope to greet the incoming male.

The intruding male stopped, his unearthly golden eyes locked on the male in front of him. "Are you the king?"

The rich brown dipped his head. "That I am. What can I do for you?"

The young dark brown male looked around before turning his head back towards the king. "I don't want to take your kingdom but I want to help. Your sidekicks are useless and I offer to defend your land...for a lovely price."

The king of the Pridelands looked at his second oldest daughter and smiled. "I'm sure we can work something out." he turned his bright green eyes towards the younger lion. "I'm King Scar of the Pridelands,"

"Akuma..." the dark brown male bowed.

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Nala returned her half sister to her mother before quickly leaving before she was stopped by her mother who doesn't want her to venture away from priderock alone. But this was a most, teaching her little sister how to hunt wasn't nothing. It's just today happens to be the two year death anniversary of the late king and her uncle, along with her best friend and cousin. A lot has changed when her father took the throne and a lot of things stayed the same. Even though her father was now king, she has been titled 'Princess' ever since she was born. Her dad was the former king's younger and only brother, therefore making him in titled to being a prince. Another thing that made the young peachy cream lioness want to take a moment to her self was that her best friend and cousin was also her future mate, so even if her father wasn't apart of the royal family, she would still be classified as a princess. But her mind kept repeating the same question over and over, what would her life be like if Simba was alive? Different, better than now. Even though she's the current king's offspring, she's not in titled as heir and future queen. Her father doesn't believe in lionesses being crowned heirs, only a partner to keep his ego going. Princess Nala was deep in thought that she didn't notice someone else was around until a bulky dark brown furred lion, a bit older than her, with a mane darker than his coat and the oddest golden eyes walked out into the open plains.

The peachy cream lioness stopped walking and stood with her colorless paws separated, debating whether to run or flight. Aren't the hyenas supposed to keep males out of the Pridelands? The male must of sense her confusion, and must of read her body language. Because a smile grew on his dusty brown muzzle, "You have nothing to fear dear princess, unless you don't comply."

Don't comply? Nala shook her head before narrowing her green eyes that she inherited from her father. "Who are you? Does my father know your in his kingdom?"

The large male bowed before looking at the princess with a new glint in his eyes. "I am Akuma and your father knows I'm here. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gave me his blessing."

Blessing? Nala didn't like the sound of that or like the hunger look in his golden eyes. Nala turned to run back to the pride, but the male-Akuma was faster. He cut Nala off, blocking her path. Nala went to turn again but Akuma tripped her, by grabbing her back leg, Nala fell down hitting her chin on the dry ground. Before she could clear her dizziness, she felt something heavy on her before she cried out in pain. All she could do was lay there as Akuma put all of his weight on her. The pain from the intense mating was making her head swirl and her vision blurry, before everything went black she saw her father watching with no intention to help.