A/N: Next chapter up very fast since I am currently on a roll. Yay. I also thought I should make some family things a little clearer and ages.

Anzu and Yugi:
Taro – 17
Miya – 16

Mai and Jou:
Ronin – 16

Mokuba and Shizuka:
Toshi – 17
Yukio – 14

Toshi and Yukio are Ronin's cousins, even though he refers to them as Kaiba and Little Kaiba, he means it in a rather joking affectionate way rather than an insulting way. He refers to everyone except the two Motous and adults by their surnames. Also you may be wondering where some other characters are, and I can tell you that their whereabouts will be made known later in the fic, and most of them will be making appearances.

Disclaimer: I don't own YGO or any of the characters in it. I do however own my OCs and I'd like to think the plot is original, though I'm sure someone else has done something similar to it at some point.

Ronin woke up to the sound of birds chirping, the smell of pancakes burning (apparently his father was cooking) and the feeling that it was going to be a wonderful day. He got out of bed, and grinned. It was the first day of Battle City and he was ready for it. Rummaging through the mess on his floor, he was related to his father after all, he pulled on a pair of jeans and a sleeveless t-shirt, which had had sleeves at one point in it's life, but Ronin had never much liked sleeves. Grabbing his duel disk he headed down stairs into the kitchen where his father was grinning sheepishly at his mother while pancakes roasted behind him.

"Katsuya Jounouchi! This is the THIRD TIME this week that you've lit my kitchen on fire! How you managed to light pancakes on fire I don't know but you will put it out this instant! It's a wonder the whole house hasn't been burnt to the ground yet!" Mai Jounouchi scowled at her husband who obediently set to work putting out the pancakes.

Turning to her son Mai smiled, "good-morning. Are you excited for your first tournament?"

"I am ready to kick ass!" Ronin announced popping some bread into the toaster since it seemed that the pancakes would be unsalvageable.

"That's the spirit!" said Jou turning from the now completely charred and blackened pancakes, "you're my son after all! You go out there and show them what we Jounouchis are made of!"

Mai rolled her eyes at her husband, "it's quite obvious that he gets all his talent from my side of the family. You don't see him lighting pancakes on fire do you?"

"That's just because he's to young to make pancakes!" Jou had strange notions about cooking. He wouldn't let Ronin make himself anything other than toast and even that had taken quite a bit of convincing on Mai's part. Jou on the other hand wasn't allowed near the toaster at all, not after he melted the last three. How one managed to melt a toaster Ronin couldn't be too sure.

Grabbing his toast from the toaster and glancing at the clock Ronin announced he was headed to Taro's.

"Good luck!" his father called and he could hear his mother answering, "Kajukas don't need luck." as he headed out the door.

Ronin knew he was grinning like a maniac the entire walk to the Kame Game Shop and it didn't bother him one bit that little children were scuttling out of his way and shooting him terrified looks as though he were an escaped madman. He was too excited to care what a fool he looked like.

He was still grinning so much his face hurt when he reached the Game Shop.

"Good morning Motous!" he shouted walking into the shop, "your favourite Jounouchi has arrived!"

"Good morning Ronin," laughed Anzu Motou coming into view, "we're just having breakfast and knowing Jou I'm sure you could do with something to eat."

Ronin grinned, "You are a wonderful lady Mrs. Motou, a real saint."

"And you Ronin are far too charming for your own good. You certainly didn't get that from your father. His idea of charming was looking up a girl's skirt." Anzu said as she led Ronin back into the kitchen where Miya, Yugi and Taro were seated around the table, eggs and bacon heaped onto their plates. There was already a place set for Ronin and he seated himself, realizing just how hungry he was, he began stuffing his face.

"Now I know you really are related to Jou. I was beginning to wonder if we should take a closer look at the mailman," Anzu grinned.

Ronin laughed but it came out as more of a gargle since his mouth was very full. He looked very little like his father but he was obviously his mother's child. He had her hair, though his was significantly shorter, and her eyes. He was often mistaken as Taro's brother, since their hair was similar in colour though Taro's was spiky while Ronin's was wavy. Ronin's eyes could also have been Yugi's, though Taro had inherited his mother's round blue eyes.

"So are you guys excited for Battle City?" asked Yugi smiling cheerfully at Taro and Ronin. He was infinitely proud of his son's accomplishments as a duelist.

However, it was Miya who answer, "I can't wait! I just know Taro is going to win! Aren't you big brother? You have to win! It will be just like when dad was in Battle City!" Miya's arms were waving around and Ronin grinned as Taro flinched when her arm came very close to knocking over his friend's glass of orange juice.

Yugi laughed at his daughter's enthusiasm, "I'm sure Taro will do his best and that's all that matters. If he wins, we will be proud of him, and if he doesn't, we will be just as proud."

"But he's still going to win," Miya said, her arm once again getting too close to Taro's orange juice for comfort.

Ronin cut in, noticing Taro's twitching in relation to Miya's arms, "How's this Miya, I'll makes sure he wins it for you, if you promise to stop trying to attack that orange juice. What did it ever do to you?"

Miya blushed and lowered her arms into her lap as her family laughed.

Finishing the last sip of his own orange juice, Ronin glanced at the clock and stood, "we'd better head downtown, are you coming with us Miya?"

Miya nodded, jumping out of her chair, bumping into the table in the process and nearly knocking her plate onto the floor. Taro pushed the plate away from the edge of the table and stood as well. The three headed out of the Game Shop after being wished good luck by the Motous.

"Are you nervous Ronin? I know Taro isn't because I know he's going to win, so he doesn't have to be, but what about you?" Miya asked her arms waving around happily, nothing near them to knock over except a few random passersby.

"Nope!" Ronin grinned at Miya, "I'm going to wipe the floor with anyone and everyone who challenges me!"

Miya looked at Ronin curiously, "but what if you don't? What if you lose?"

"What if Taro loses? That's possible too, but it won't happen cause we believe in him and I won't lose because I believe in myself!"

"I believe in you Ronin! I'll even cheer for you too! I promise! Unless you duel Taro, family first you know." Miya bounced ahead of her companions happily.

Taro looked over at his friend, "I believe in you too, Ro. You could win this tournament, I know you could."

Ronin was momentarily stunned, it wasn't everyday the 5th best duelist in the world told you that you could beat him in your very first tournament, "well… uh, thanks pal. Nice to know I've got the Motous on my side."

It was moments later that they reached downtown Domino where hundreds of duelists who had entered the Battle City Tournament were gathered. Quickly two familiar faces joined them,

"Miya! Glad you came." Said Toshi moving to stand with his friend, "nice to see you too Ronin, Taro."

Taro smiled and shook Toshi's hand, while Ronin nodded his acknowledgment of his elder cousin, "Kaiba," he noticed Yukio and nodded to him as well, "Little Kaiba."

"Cousin," Yukio greeted.

"Do you know when your uncle's going to show up to tell us what to do?" Ronin asked the two Kaibas.

Toshi shrugged, "I don't know when, but he'll probably do something impractical and completely spectacular if I know my uncle. He'll want to show off."

Yukio frowned at his brother but said nothing.

A moment later a light flickered to life on the side of a building nearby. And then suddenly it was not just a light, but taking form. The crowd of duelists was completely silent. The light spread to encompass the entire building and its shape became clear.

"Blue-Eyes White Dragon," breathed Toshi in awe. It looked lifelike. It looked completely real. It was beautiful.

The dragon seemed to be coming towards them, flying on the building.

"Wait, is there someone on top of the Blue Eyes?" Ronin squinted trying to see.

As the dragon approached it became apparent that there was someone on top of it. And when the dragon came to a stop, it was clear whom it was.

"Uncle Seto!" Yukio cried in excitement.

Seto Kaiba, atop of his Blue Eyes White Dragon spoke, "Welcome back to Battle City. This tournament will test your strength, your will and your power. Only a true duelist can survive. Like my previous tournament, the entire city will be your playing field. You may duel whomever you chose at this point. Upon entering my tournament you each received a locator card and a piece of a key. When you defeat an opponent they must give you their locator card, key piece and rarest card. To proceed to the semi-finals you must collect ten locator cards and ten key pieces. Only ten people will make it to through. Battle City starts NOW!"

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