A/N: Hey everybody! Long time no see. Here's the second chapter of my TS fic and before you read it, let me give you some information about it: There are two countries in this story, "Sitaly" and "Mendia" – in our world it would be Italy and India. Just wanted to tell you, that's all. There are also some Italian expressions in the story but they are always translated. Okay now go on reading Please review!

CHAPTER II

May 15th, 1925

Sitaly had always been one of the most beautiful spots on the earth. It was warm the whole year long – even in winter. And on a sunny day in spring, a tall brown bear named Fabrizio Tribbiani was given the best present of his whole life. His wife, the beautiful Mendian girl Anjali, was giving birth to his son.

Proudly, the parents smiled down at their little family addition.

"He's so carino (cute/pretty)…," Fabrizio whispered and grinned at his wife.

She returned his smile and her black eyes sparkled. This really was the most beautiful moment in their life. "I haven't even been thinking of baby names… What do you suggest?" Anjali asked with her slight Mendian accent which Farbizio always loved about her.

He considered for a moment. "What about 'Kit'? I always liked that one."

Anjali smiled. "Kit…" She looked at the baby bear in her arms. He had opened his eyes which were already as dark as Anjali's, and stared back at her. "I love it," she said to Fabrizio and softly kissed him on the lips.

Fabrizio gently tickled the baby bear under his chin. "Allora, do you like your name, Kit?" The baby grabbed his father's index finger with his tiny paws. Fabrizio smiled. "I'll take that as a yes."

This was the day Kit Cloudkicker was born.

Fabrizio had never expected such luck in his life. He had never dreamt of a beautiful woman like Anjali. Even in High School he had been the only one who wasn't interested in girls. His life was only about airplanes and aviation. He had always been quite a good pilot. But he wasn't only a pilot. He also loved to surf through the clouds on a boomerang shaped metal thing that he called airfoil. People used to call him "Cloudkicker" because of it and they admired him.

And then one day he had fallen in love with the beautiful Mendian pilot Anjali Mebarak. It really had been love at first sight. Together they flew in famous air shows where they were only known as "The Cloudkickers".

And now with little Kit in their lives… it really seemed perfect.

September 26th, 1928

Anjali woke with a loud gasp and quickly sat up in bed, looking around disoriented for a minute. She was breathing heavily and her long nightshirt was soaked through with cold sweat.

Fabrizio sleepily rolled over and looked at his wife. "Mio Dio (my god)… honey, what's wrong?" he asked with a hint of concern in his voice.

"They're coming…," she whispered. "They will make me go back to Mendia again!"

Her husband frowned. "Who's 'they'?" He pulled her into a tight hug and comforted her by gently rubbing her shoulder.

Anjali looked at him – fear in her eyes. "Fabrizio… I'm not allowed to be here… I've never told you this before but I fled from Mendia before we met… because of the political circumstances." She let out a small sob. "I have no legal right to be here. I always feared they might find me. But I didn't know it would be so soon… but I've been having this horrible dream lately. It's like a vision… and I'm never wrong about these things. It's a Mendian gift…" She sobbed into her husband's shoulder.

He hugged her tightly. "Anjali, honey, calm down. It was just a dream. They've probably already forgotten about you. They won't find you…"

Anjali looked up with a serious expression on her face. "They will be here soon… Fabrizio, please promise you will take good care of Kit-"

"Anjali-" he interrupted.

"Promise!" she forced with a desperate voice.

Fabrizio nodded. "Prometto (I promise)…" he whispered. Somehow he had a bad feeling about this. He'd never seen Anjali this upset before.

Before he even had a chance to kiss her, the big window beside the bed crashed into thousand pieces of glass.

"NO!" Anjali yelled as she recognized Mendian faces.

"What the hell is happening!" Fabrizio couldn't believe this. What was wrong with the world? They had kept searching for Anjali after all this years! And they just found her…

A tall bear with a gun in his hands snarled: "You, woman… you come with us. You do not belong in Sitaly." He roughly grabbed her arm and tried to drag her with him.

"Leave her alone!" Fabrizio yelled and punched the Mendian guy in the face with his fist.

It all happened very fast. There was a loud shot and within a second Fabrizio was on the floor with a stain of blood forming on his nightshirt.

"FABRIZIO!" Anjali screamed on top of her lungs and kneeled down beside her husband, tears flowing.

"Go…" he croaked. "Go and… get Kit… and then get out-" He fainted.

Before the Mendian guy could grab her, Anjali darted out of the bedroom and ran into Kit's room where she looked the door from inside. Sobs shook her entire body as she heard the Mendians pounding against the door. Soon they would be in…

Anjali felt sick. How could they do this? She couldn't believe that men from her own country would kill innocent people just like that.

Kit had already woken up by now and started crying when he heard the gunshot and the men's voices.

Anjali hugged the small boy. "Sssshhhh… beta it's okay… ssshhh… Mama's here…" she sobbed silently and let out a cry when suddenly the door broke collapsed…

…

Kit woke with a start and sat up in bed. He was breathing heavily and the heart pounded in his chest.

The snoring noises that came from the other bed stopped when Baloo was awake all of a sudden. He rolled over and looked at Kit. "L'il Britches?" he whispered sleepily. "Are you okay?"

The cub frowned and looked at Baloo, slightly confused. "Uh… I'm fine, Papa Bear. I got frightened by the dream I just had…"

"What was the dream about?" Baloo wanted to know.

The expression on Kit's face got even more confused. "I don't really remember…," he mumbled. "That's weird… I have no idea what it was about. I just know that it was really scary." He shook is head and lay back down again.

"Are you gonna be alright?" The pilot asked slightly concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Papa Bear. Go back to sleep again."

"Okay." Within a minute Baloo was already asleep and began to snore slightly.

Kit closed his eyes again and desperately tried to remember about his dream. But the only thing he could remember was a woman with long dark hair. But she had no face. It was blurry. Kit tried to picture her face but failed. Before he could think more about it, sleep already came…

To be continued
beta - Hindi nickname for a son (beti would be for a daughter)