Echo
Summary: In Balkov abbey, if there's one thing that you can't have, it's family. Yet four girls are struggling to do just that. During the World Championships, lines of loyalty are being stretched to the breaking point. It's up to the girls to try and make things right.
Prologue
Everyone has a breaking point. For some people are harder to break than others. But the Parker Twins did not realize this. At four, they were the best Bladers in preschool. Unfortunately, not everybody thought so.
Trygle dutifully watched his Blader as she and her twin Michael played house. "Why do I have to wear the apron?" Michael demanded. He was currently missing a front tooth, so his words were a bit slurred.
"Because I've got a fast track career in banking and I need somebody to watch the kids while I'm gone." Natari said, sticking her nose in the air. "You should have thought of that before you married me Mikey."
Michael looked thoughtfully down at the frilly pink apron he was wearing. "I guess it doesn't look too bad."
"See? It even matches your hair."
You'd better not let your mother see you wearing that. Trygle told Michael warningly. Of course Michael couldn't hear him. He didn't have the empathy to.
Natari told Michael what Trygle said and he grinned and looked up at the bit beast sitting atop their bunk bed. "You'd better not let my mother see you out of your beyblade."
Michael's mother HATED beyblading and HATED bit beasts. Because Natari could speak with any bit beast, even call out miniature versions of them from their beyblades, Natari's mother hated Natari. She couldn't stop her from talking to Trygle. But still…
There will always be people like her in the world, terrified of anything they don't understand. You understand me. Natari understands me. Are you afraid? Trygle asked cryptically.
Natari translated. "Of course not!" Michael protested. "You're my friend!"
Funny how children don't understand hate. Funny how they don't understand fear. Later, Natari would have given anything to be that little girl playing house with her brother.
That night, Michael got out of bed to get a glass of water. Trygle was curled up on Natari's bed, head tucked under his wing. The bit beast stirred, woke up, and crooned at Michael. Michael grinned, scratching the bit beast's head tenderly. "I'm just gonna get a glass o' water." Michael yawned. "I'm not goin' nowhere."
Trygle cocked his head, eyes and ears focused on something Michael couldn't hear. The bit beast fluttered over to the easel and dipped a talon in paint. Michael couldn't read yet, so the bit beast tried to make him understand. He painted a blue frown face and an arrow pointing to the door, then wiped off his talon and fluttered to the door, which was opened a crack.
"Trouble?" Michael whispered, picking up his baseball bat. "Robbers?"
Trygle shook his head, crooning sadly. "Wait! You shouldn't go out there!" Michael protested.
The beast didn't listen. Trygle kept going and stopped at the door to the living room. A single bulb lit the gloom. That was when Michael heard the conversation.
"Hikari you can't do this!"
"Who says I can't? She's a FREAK Talison! All day long she's talking with that… unholy… monstrous THING! Carrying it around on her shoulder like it's a teddy bear or a puppy dog!"
"And what about Michael? What will he do when he loses his sister?"
"Balkov Abbey will straighten her out. THEY take freaks like her! And they're PAYING me good money!"
Michael's father's tone dripped with content. "If you get rid of Natari, so help me God you will NOT like what I do Hikari!"
"So fucking what? She's a FREAK Talison! Nothing more, nothing less. Maybe you should read Mien Kampf.(1) It will teach you a thing or two about what makes a HUMAN being…"
"If Mien Kampf held any sort of truth all of Europe would be saying 'Sieg Hail' instead of 'Good Morning.'" Michael's father growled. He got up. Michael ran back to his room.
Trygle had disappeared into his beyblade to mourn.
the next day
Michael got up at around eleven like he usually did. But unlike he usually did, Michael didn't wolf his breakfast, even when his mother gave him a double helping. Natari got extra as well, though Michael could tell from his mother's face that the doting was fake.
The doorbell rang.
"I'll be right ba-ack." Michael's mother said in an overly cheerful tone. She answered the door. "Ah Voltaire, come right in!"
Michael did not like the way Voltaire stared at him. He did not like the way Voltaire stared at Natari. "You've signed the papers?" He asked Michael's mother.
"They're all ready." Michael's mother handed him an envelope.
Michael choked on his food. "Michael, honey, are you sure you're not hungry?"
"Fine mom." Michael said, with unusual coldness for a four-year-old. He got up, leaving his plate.
"Now that's odd."
Michael went to his room, flopped on his bunk, and burst into tears. He cried for a good half-hour before he heard his father shout. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING???"
Michael winced, jumped up, and ran to the door. Natari was sobbing, Voltaire was leading her to a dark limousine with tinted windows. "It's all legal. She signed the papers herself." The older man replied.
Natari clutched Trygle's beyblade in her hands. "NATARI!!!" Michael cried.
"MICHAEL!!!" Natari sobbed.
Michael started to run to her, but another man with purple hair wearing a plush purple and red Victorian suit stopped him. "Stay there young man! You're not coming with us."
"Natari!!" Michael sobbed.
"Michael don't worry about me! I'll be fine!" Natari called across the distance.
"But Natari!"
"Take Trygle Michael! Fight the bad guys! I'll find you again someday! I promise! I don't care if I have to look until I die!" Natari sobbed.
"NATARIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!" His howl would always echo in her mind.
Michael's father slumped, defeated. He pulled Michael into his arms, tears in his eyes. "They won't get away with this." He murmured as Voltaire and Gideon drove off. "She won't get you too!"
"Daddy, Natari gave me Trygle. She told me to fight the bad guys…" Michael tried not to cry, lip quivering none the less.
"It's okay Michael. Keep Trygle hidden from your mother. I will get us out of this mess."
"What will you do?" Michael asked.
"Michael." His father tried his best to keep his voice even. "When a husband and wife no longer care about each other, they get something called a divorce. A divorce means that the parents no longer live in the same house. I think it's best that I do this, for your safety. If your mother finds out that Natari gave you Trygle… she'd do such horrible things to you… you understand?"
Michael nodded. He had to be strong for his father! "I understand dad. I know exactly where to hide Trygle."
"Sorry." Michael whispered as he hid Trygle and his beyblade launcher under the loose floorboard in his room.
There they would remain for many years.
At six years old, Carola of the Saint Shield Clan and her cousin Ozuma were easily the most popular children in their group. Ozuma tended more towards impudence, while Carola was usually rather shy. But she was strong. She had easily bested all the boys in every contest of speed, strength and intellect. She could pin Dunga on the mat in three moves, despite the fact that he was both older and taller. She could easily outdistance Miriam in any footrace, and not even Joseph could best her at Go, Shogi, Stratego, Risk, or any other game of strategy.
But to Beyblade was Carola's dream. To stand at the ring, wind whistling her hair! To have a bit beast, one of the awesome creatures of the spirit realm at her beck and call, knowing that she would never be alone! To thrill with, to live with, and to die by her team, and yes, even to lose with them if times grew rough!
By the time she was eight years old, Dunga had brought her through the basic elements of play. He was two years older than she was. At eight every child in the Saint Shield clan received a beyblade and was instructed in the basic Elements of Beyblading. At ten they underwent a special ceremony in which they were given a bit beast. It marked that they were ready to begin the training that would bring them to adulthood. It meant that they were ready to join the larger team that was the clan. Dunga had a bit beast, Vortex Ape. He was a big brute, but surprisingly gentle.
And so Carola, Ozuma, Joseph and Miriam sat at the children's table. Dunga sat at the larger table with the trainees. Dinner was just ending. Carola's father stood, tapping his glass with his spoon to get attention. "Excuse me everybody. I think we have an announcement to make."
Instant silence. Something about Carola's father Yamato comanded respect.
"Many of you will recall the incident at Balkov Abbey two years ago today. You will recall the fire that cost my brother Baldor his life."
Baldor was Ozuma's father. Ozuma had been taken in by Yamato when the terrible news had come. A boy about Carola's age named Kai had gotten his hands on his grandfather, Voltaire's beyblade. Voltaire's bit beast, Dark Dranzer had gone out of control, causing a fire that had left the Abbey, and Ozuma's heart, in ruins. Ozuma had vowed revenge on this 'Kai' person. He had vowed revenge on the entire Abbey for crying out loud. Revenge was something that was, however, forbidden in the Saint Shield Clan. Only ONE revenge was allowed, the defeat and sealment of the four sacred bit beasts. Next to her, Ozuma clenched his fists, a snarl of rage curling on his lips.
"We cannot allow Biovolt to upset the balance between good and evil, spiritual and corporeal, darkness and light. We are bound not to allow it, and the time will come for them to get theirs. However, we will need an insider to the Abbey, and they are only taking in children. The younger, Voltaire said, the better. And so one of you…" And his gaze swept the tables of the children. "Will be getting their bit beasts a little bit ahead of schedual, and be taking a trip to Russia."
Ozuma straightened. "I hope it's you." He whispered. "I KNOW it will be you."
"Not me." Carola whispered. "It can't be me. I'm not strong enough."
"Gods Carola you're strong enough to pin Dunga for crying out loud. Nobody has EVER been able to bring that guy into a headlock!"
There was a gasp as Carola's father opened the sliding door to the shrine. "Carola, come forward."
"WHAT???" Miriam, Dunga and Joseph shrieked at once.
Ozuma smirked. "Told you so."
Trembling like a leaf Carola stood. That was when the dining hall cheered, and began the traditional chant….
"Walk Carola walk!
Walk Carola walk!
Walk Carola walk!
Walk Carola walk!"
Nervously, Carola stood and went to her father. He lead her gently, by the arm, into the shrine and closed the door. The torches flared up into light. A smell stood in the air, of spring and earth and many minty, pungent smells. Carola's father lit a stick of incense from the candles that always burned next to the case that held the clan's unpaired bit beasts. Carola's father opened the glass and tapped it with his staff.
"Oh Ancient Ones, bless us on this solemn occasion. Choose our daughter and guide her in the way of the Saint Shields. Teach her of the balance, protect her on the road, guide her in the ways of the Right."
The smell grew stronger. Carola heard something talking. She couldn't quite say what. She couldn't make out any words. She knew what it was though. The bit beasts were in council. Then suddenly, one glowed… the charm and attached bit glowed and floated into her hands.
Carola studied the bit, not quite believing that it belonged to her. Depicted on it was a purple and turquoise and silver, baby turtle. "How do I know it's name?" Carola asked.
"Close your eyes, focus inside yourself, open your heart and mind." Her father said fervently.
Carola did as she was told. Then she felt the rush of power, or strength and hope. She heard the voice… I am Kid Draciel Carola. I will follow only you!
She was not supposed to tell it's name until she left. Carola followed her father out of the shrine. The case was closed and the torches died out as soon as they left. The entire dining hall was silent. They waited expectantly. Carola held up the charm of her bit beast and said in a voice that rang through the hall. "HE SAYS HIS NAME IS KID DRACIEL!"
The cheering was almost deafening. Carola, however, had no illusions as to what lay ahead. The Abbey was a long, hard way to live, but then again, so would the Path that Ozuma, Miriam, Joseph, and Dunga were destined to take…
Years passed. Too slowly in Diana's opinion. Diana Giancarlo HATED the soft, easy life of the rich! As soon as she was off at college she would NEVER, EVER show her face around her abusive father again. She would also not take college the way her cousin Boris had. In her father's eyes Boris could do no wrong, yet here he was, spending his vacation from College flopped on his ASS and doing nothing but eating cookies, reading books, and drawling on and on about how NICE it was to be back home in the lap of luxury.
And Robert was nobody's favorite child. Diana's mother had died giving birth to him and their father never let him forget it. Poor Robert found his only solace in the journals of his ancestors, and the stories that his sister had to tell him. Diana wished soundly that Destiny would come knocking on Robert's door, taking him faaaaaarrrrr away from the repressive atmosphere of the Giancarlo household.
Especially considering the mood her father was in when Diana accidentally let slip that Robert was dating a kid from Scotland named Johnny. Diana winced as her father strode purposefully into Robert's room with a riding whip. "DADDY DADDY PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO HIM!! IT'S NOT HIS FAULT…."
"He's the only son… and ungrateful wretch…. What he did… has he forgotten his mother's sacrifice to bring him into this world???"
"What's going on?" Boris asked as they passed him in the corridors.
"Boris call the police! He's in one of his moods! He'll kill Robert!" Diana had known quite acutely what her father meant to do.
Boris turned and pelted down the hallway. Diana followed her father.
He found Robert in his room, immersed in Romeo and Juliet. 'How appropriate,' Diana thought sadly. For both Robert and Johnny were about to be "star-crossed."
Robert screamed, and cried, and sobbed, and right about the time his father left him bleeding and broken on the floor the police and medics came in and took Mr. Giancarlo away. Since Boris was the oldest, the policeman put him in charge. The EMT said that Robert wasn't too badly hurt, but the whip had left lacerations that would scar him for life.
Johnny stayed hidden in the closet. "It's safe to… sniff… come out…" Robert sobbed. He was only thirteen after all. Nobody cared about what would have happened to him except Diana. And she would be leaving soon. She'd have to, her father would probably blame her for sending Boris to get help.
Johnny came out with a sigh of relief. "I thought he was gonna kill you."
"I don't think he'll be killing anyone anytime soon." Robert pointed to the police car driving his father away. "But I don't want to be here when he get's back. I think…" And his heart sank. "I think it would be safer if we broke up…"
"For both of us." Johnny agreed. "But that doesn't mean that we can't see each other again."
"How?" Robert asked. Johnny sat up on the bed, dug into his waist pouch, and pulled out an oddly shaped object. "Ever see one of these?"
It looked like a top, with a spring powered launcher and a picture of some kind of lizard on the front. The top had the words, 'Salamalyon' printed neatly around the edges.
"No I haven't, what is it?"
"It's a beyblade!" Johnny grinned. "It's a game! Two players face off over a playing dish, complete with pitfalls, and they try to knock each other out of the ring! You lose if you're knocked out of the ring or your beyblade stops spinning! It's really cool, there are teams, there are tournaments, there's even a league! They call it the BBA! But best of all, it gets you out of the house and away from your father." Johnny said smugly. "I know a place that can set you up, if you dig it?" Johnny extended a hand to offer the deal.
Robert grinned, covering the smaller boy's hand in his. "I dig." And they sealed the deal with a kiss. Their last as a couple.
The two of them took a limo to a huge three story building. Johnny waved some kind of pass to the receptionist. "Go right on in Johnny." The woman said with a smile.
"Thanks Judy!" Johnny grinned. "That's Judy, she's working her internship here. Her son Max gets to come with her, and you'll get to travel too if this works."
Robert followed him down the corridor, looking this way and that in curiosity. Then Johnny opened a door to a huge room with high vaulted ceilings. Kids greeted him as they passed. For Robert's benefit, Johnny greeted them each by name.
"Hey there Max, how's it hangin?" Johnny asked a blonde kid wearing overalls and a green top.
"Things are going great! Emily finally got her bit beast!"
"Hey Ollie, nice attack ring you got there." The green haired youngster grinned and waved from where he was working on customizing his beyblade.
"Thanks Johnny!"
"OY 'RIQUE!" Johnny shouted across to a crowd that was gathered around a beydish.
"Yeah Johnny?" A kid with sunstreaked blonde hair asked, coming out of the crowd.
"Where'd Mr. Dickinson get to? I need a favor from him!" Johnny called as they closed the distance.
"I'm right here Johnny." Mr. Dickinson made his way through the crowd also. "We're having trouble with that new bit beast. That silly Griffon won't listen to anybody here!"
Through the crowd Robert caught a glimpse of the most magnificent creature that he'd ever seen! It was a glowing pink griffon covered in armor. The creature was bristled, curled in what he immediately identified as a defensive posture. The apprentices gathered around the dish were staying well back from it.
Johnny explained the situation to Mr. Dickinson. "We can send him anywhere, as long as it's away from his father." Johnny concluded.
"Well, we did need a fourth member." Robert wasn't listening, his eyes were on the enormous creature in the center of the dish.
Their eyes met, the creature's guard relaxed slightly. He looked at Robert with a curious, steady gaze. come to me little one. A voice hissed inside his head.
Robert jumped, a hand going up to his ear. You will not hear me that way. Come, for I grow weary of the brutality that I see around me. Come, for we are of one mind, one and the same. They do not understand you, they do not understand me… this is my true home, and yours.
Robert realized that he was walking toward the beydish. The distance between them began to shrink. Suddenly, Robert was at the edge of the dish. The beyblade in its center began to glow. Then it lifted off, flying to Robert's hand. He caught it deftly. The voice said… My name is Griffolyon… Well met Robert… welcome to my world.
Robert looked around for the creature. It was gone. The entire room was silent. Mr. Dickinson came forward, clapping. "Bravo Robert! Well done!"
later
"So they're called bit beasts?" Robert asked as he and his new team mates gathered around the juice bar for some ice cream sodas.
"Yup." Oliver grinned. "Mine's Unicolyon."
"And they live inside of these… top things…"
"Beyblades." Enrique supplied helpfully. "Yup, that's about the size of it."
"And I'm supposed to join this new team… right?"
"yup." Johnny grinned. "And the one who names it gets to be the leader. The problem is that we can't think of any names, and we can't keep calling it the European team. There are lots of European teams." Johnny sneered his disgust.
Robert thought about that. His sister's words came back to him. 'When you name something, you name it after what you believe in.' What did HE, Robert believe in? Kindness, Compassion, Tolerance, Strength, Courage, Hope, Grace… like a king… a majesty… hm… "How about the Majestics." Robert suggested.
"As good a name as any." Enrique said with a shrug.
"Great! Robert here can be our fearless leader!" Johnny grinned.
"It's a beautiful name!" Oliver agreed.
"To the Majestics." Robert grinned, lifting his glass in a toast.
"TO THE MAJESTICS!!" They cheered.
Robert felt good up until the time he got in the door. He found Diana crying. Boris' expression was grim. "What's wrong?" Robert asked worriedly.
"Father, he's dead. The police car carrying him got into an accident. He went through the windshield. The seat belt cut him in half, LITERALLY!" Diana sobbed. "I know he's a drunk and I know how mean he was… but to die like that! He didn't deserve to die like that!" She choked back her sobs.
"But…" Robert's mind literally ground to a halt. Tears filled his eyes. He hadn't liked his father either, but that didn't mean that he deserved to die. "But what do we do?"
Boris sighed, sitting back in his chair and running his fingers though his hair. It was something that he did when he was nervous. The Abbey hadn't been cruel to him then. He was uncorrupted. "Balkov Abbey, where I'm doing my internship for school, has offered to take you two in if we can't find a place."
"I know a place, for me at least." Robert said hesitantly. "I joined a beyblade team while I was gone. Johnny suggested that I get into beyblading to get me away from dad. I guess I don't have to worry about him anymore. His family is a lot more friendly than ours was. I'll call him tomorrow and tell him what happened."
"BEYBLADING?" They both demanded.
"Just out of the blue you decide to join a beyblading team?" Diana demanded. "Did they give you a bit beast?"
"Yes, his name is Griffolyon. Our team is called, The Majestics." Robert explained. "Johnny's on it, and so are a few of his buddies. Mr. Dickinson offered to train me."
"THE Mr. Dickinson?" Boris demanded.
"You've heard of him?" Robert asked.
"Of course I've HEARD of him!" Boris exclaimed. "He's the president of the entire BBA! Forget Balkov Abbey cousin. If Mr. Dickinson wants you to train under him, you go!""I'll go to the Abbey though." Diana said with a sigh. "I mean, I don't really have anyplace to go right?"
And so it was that Diana Giancarlo came to Balkov abbey at the tender age of thirteen. She would regret it sometimes, but with the roar of the crowds and the thrill of the battle, she would forget all the pain and loneliness.
Dark Dranzer was loose. Dark Dranzer had made it into the hands of Kai Hiwatari, Leader of the Blade Breakers. But Nyassa Hiwatari had no idea of Kai's existance. She had lived in the Abbey since her birth. She had heard of Kai of course, in hushed whispers in the halls between classes. But she had never seen his picture. She hadn't yet up two and two together. But all of this was about to change.
She was in the middle of History when she heard the sharp rap rap rap! Of somebody knocking on the door of the room. The teacher, irritated at being interrupted, went to the door. "Who is it? Who's…" She was interrupted as Ian came pelting into the room.
He panted out his message. "Voltaire wants… to talk to… Nyassa… He says it's urgent…" Ian said haltingly as he caught his breath. "He says… come now…"
Nyassa got up, snagged her school bag, and went to the door. "I'll come back as soon as I'm finished Sensei." Nyassa told her.
"Very well then, you don't keep the Master waiting." The teacher agreed.
Nyassa followed Ian down the hall. Nyassa could run while carrying twenty pounds, so the heavy backpack was no trouble.
They made it to the door of Voltaire's office in five minutes. Nyassa knocked. "Come in." Voltaire called.
Nyassa opened the door. "Ian said you wanted to talk to me?"
A boy was standing behind Voltaire. He had messy slate blue hair and blue, stripe shaped markings on his face. His eyes were the crimson red of freshly spilled blood. He had a scarf around his neck and wore a sleeveless top despite the cold Moscow weather. His pants were cargos, made of some kind of soft material.
"Sit." Voltaire told her, staring at her over the top of his reading glasses. "There's something that I wanted to talk to you about."
Nyassa sat. Voltaire folded up his reading glasses and put away a stack of papers. Nyassa waited. Finally he turned to her and said. "I'd like to introduce you to Kai Hiwatari, formerly of the Blade Breakers, now of the Abbey. I wanted to introduce you to him because… well… you are his clone."
"SAY FUCKING WHAT???" Nyassa demanded. She knew the only reason why Voltaire was going easy on Nyassa was because she was his granddaughter. That meant that Nyassa got special treatment. "I'M HIS WHAT??? YOU'D BETTER HAVE A GOOD EXCUSE OJIISAN!!!" Nyassa yelled.
Kai sneered at Voltaire. "I think you owe me an explanation too." He said, voice dangerously soft.
"You, Kai, had such high empathy, that I decided to have a back up in case of an incident like the Dark Dranzer Fire at the abbey a decade ago. It turns out I was right. You got into trouble. We couldn't keep you around. You had too little self-control. It was thought you would never amount to anything. We let you go and concentrated on raising Nyassa."
Tears were filling Nyassa's eyes. 'Then what am I?' She thought. 'Am I me? Am I really Kai in a female body? Am I something not quite him, but not quite normal?' "How dare you!" Nyassa snarled. "You think you can play God? You think you can mess with nature?? Your hubris is disgusting! What am I to you then? Disposable? A pawn? Dispensable? If you weren't family I'd kill you right now! You f------- asshole!!"
"Calm down Nyassa." Voltaire said hurriedly. "You should be proud."
"Of what?" Nyassa growled. Kai's face was about as enraged as Nyassa felt. Nobody would ever see him this angry again. Nobody would ever see Nyassa blow up like this again.
"Of… of what you achieved her at the abbey, despite the odds that…"
"That a clone wouldn't succeed?" Nyassa sneered. "First you say that I'm not really me, I'm really Kai. Then you say that I'm not as good as Kai is, and so you've brought him back to the Abbey to replace me?" She sobbed. "How could you be so cold to your own granddaughter? I thought I was your favorite! I thought you trusted me! I thought I could trust you!!! And now you bring this kid in here and say that I'm him and that I'm not as good as he is because I'm a copy and that you've brought him here to replace me!!???" Nyassa's voice cracked. She got up and walked out of Voltaire's office.
"Wait! Where are you going?" Voltaire demanded.
"Someplace where pawns go when they're captured." Sneered Nyassa.
She growled, striding down the levels until she came to the Labyrinthine. She followed the blue light path to the sealed chamber where she knew Tala would be meditating.
"Nyassa?" Tala looked up at her approach. "What's wrong?"
Nyassa burst into tears. Tala wrapped his arms comfortingly around her shoulders. Nyassa managed to blubber out the whole story. Tala rubbed her back comfortingly, murmuring soothing things to her.
Of course Nyassa wasn't a duplicate of Kai. Look at how he acted and look at how she acted. The two of them were as different as night and day. And don't worry, she wasn't going to be replaced, not when she could beat the crap out of Wolborg the way she had last practice. And besides, if she were Kai's exact duplicate, then how come he was a guy and she was a girl? "Don't worry Nya-chan. You'll be alright."
After awhile Nyassa was alright, but she never trusted Voltaire again. Her confidence in practice dropped off. She was still as powerful as before. But she was powered by her rage and her hatred of Voltaire, lashing out in the one way that she could. But even though she still followed him to the letter, the spirit of his orders was not obeyed.
And so we begin our story, three days before Kai's match against Spencer…
END NOTES: 1.) Mien Kampf means 'My Struggle' it is Hitler's autobiography in which he says exactly what he is going to do to take control of the German Government, including what he considers 'Sub Humans' this wasn't just Jews, but Gypsies, Gays, Poles, Handicapped, retarded, and others. Natari's mother is very likely Neo-Nazi, I haven't decided yet. But Natari and MIchael's father is the good one.