MwM: Time to get the filler out of the way. I apologize in advance for this one being so short, but the next one should be coming out shortly one hopes.

Norm: Hehehe, that's what she said.

MwM: Okay Norm, we get it, I made a sexual pun. My guest Norm McDonald.

Norm: It's funny guy Deadpool, goes around kills people, usually slowly and leaves their families emotionally disabled, it's funny.

MwM: It sure is.

Chapter 2:

Don and Mikey were late. It was past 8 o'clock. When they entered their house door, they were greeted by a little girl, with a dark brown ponytail and wearing pink overalls.

"You're in trouble!" She said.

"Shut up Evelyn." Mikey yelled at his younger sister.

"Both of you shut up." Don said to his two young siblings.

"Hey how you doing big bro?" A young boy, about 11 or 12 asked from the living room. He had was working on his deck.

"I've felt better. That fight was a three rounder." Don said feeling his arm.

"It was a total knockout Kyle!" Mikey shouted, putting out his fist.

"What's dis you doing Kyle?" Don asked going over to his young brother. "Dis your deck?"

"Yep. I'm gonna be a great duelist." Kyle announced.

"Yeah, once you can even last one turn against somebody." Evelyn responded.

"Hey I lasted way longer than you did." Kyle yelled.

"She's 6." Don stated to his older younger brother. "Ev, where's mom?"

"In the kitchen?" Ev answered, pointing to the kitchen. Don started walking and entered.

"So where have you been young man?" The older woman asked, not yelling, but serious.

"Sorry mom. I got held up at da match." Don excused himself, giving her a hand with the dinner.

"And you Michael, I said to be home by 7, it's past 8." Their mom pointed out, pointing to a clock.

"I wanted to see Don fight." Mikey answered, looking really pathetic. "I'm sorry."

"Oh God." His mom gave up. "I can't stay mad at you. But the next time you do that, I'll give you something to be sorry about."

"Yes m'am." Mikey understood.

"I still think fighting is wrong Don." Don's mom spoke to him.

"Well, I'm not condoning him to fighting." Don answered. "I didn't even want him to be there, he just showed up." Don looked at the counter and saw a certain opened envelope, and inside was a check. Written from someone whom Don was familiar and not to pleased with.

"So, his check came today?" Don retorically asked, with an blank and somewhat angry face on.

"Yes it did. I know you don't approve what he does and quite frankly I don't approve of it at all." His mom stated. "But he's your father, so try to cope with him helping us. It's the least he can do." Don didn't answer just continued to stare at the check. "I think there's one in there for you." His mom revealed as she continued to finish dinner.

"There is?" Don asked, as he began to dig through the letters and found one with his name on it. It had the initials DA on the corner of it. As he opened it, he began to read it.

Dear young talented duelist,

We have scouts around the world scoping talent on every city on the map. This is a letter to tell you that a scout was pleased with what he saw from your skills as a duelist. This is a letter, permitting you to test for an acceptance to the most illustrious dueling school in the world. If you accept, please come to the dueling center closest to your area and test your skills. There will be two parts of the examination, a written and field test. By passing both will automatically admit you. We hope to see you on campass soon.

The faculty and staff at Duel Academy await you,

Chancellor William Sheppard

Little did Don know, Mikey was secretly eavesdropping his reading. And suddenly spoke out.

"What's it for bro?" Mikey asked Don.

"It's a letter from...Duel Academy." Don read. "They want me to take an exam and see if I can get into da school."

"Well I think you should go Don!" Mikey said excitingly. "This is your chance to become a better duelist!" Don mulled it over for a while. Don then went up to Mikey.

"Well it would keep you from coming home late." Don joked.

"Very Funny!" Mikey responded, with an angry look on his face.

"What do you think mom?" Don asked his mother, whom didn't really have a response to it.

"Why don't I keep that for now, and we'll talk about it later." His mom answered, receiving a depressed aw from Mikey.

Later that night, after dinner was over and the younger children were out of sight, Don was deep in thought until his mother snapped him out of it.

"So, this school?" his mother stated, which caught Don's attention.

"What about it?" Don wondered.

"Come on Don, I'm your mother, I know everything about you. So I know that you're going to this school." His mom read him like a book.

"I want to." Don admitted. "But there's a lot of questions. Like what about my fighting, what about Mikey and da others and what about you."

"I'll be fine, I've had no problem taking care of these kids." Mom answered. "I took care of you for 16 years didn't I?"

"Okay ya got me there I guess."

"And you were worse than they were..."

"Alright." Don tried to stop his mother.

"And you have a knack for this game don't you?" His mom stated.

"He's the best!" Mikey spoke out from the other room, seemingly eavesdropping on their conversation. Mikey walked into the kitchen. Don patted his head with his left hand.

"Who's gonna help you with your dueling, and not to mention your swing could use a little work too." Don stated making a bat swinging jesture.

"I'll be fine, and I'm sure Kyle can help me. He's getting really good with his dueling lately." Mikey stated to his brother.

"I think it's unanimous, the only person keeping you from going is yourself Don." His mother explained. Don thought about it for a few moments but came away with the obvious conclusion. He nodded his head in acceptance.

"I'll do it." Don stated. Mikey gave out a "yes" to his decision.

"You'll need this then." His mother responded, giving him a piece of paper. It was a check.

"Dis is Dad's check." Don stated. "I can't take that."

"I know you and him don't see eye to eye, but think of it as him doing something for you." His mom tried to make Don accept it, which he conflictingly did.

"But don't you guys need dis?" Don wondered.

"We're fine. This should cover any expenses you have." His mother stated.

"There's no guarentee that I'll make it in." Don explained.

"Not with that attitude Don!" Mikey answered his doubt. Mikey always seemed to see the positive in a situation. The gift of youth.

"I guess you're right Mikey." Don admitted putting the check in his pocket.

Later that night, Don couldn't sleep at all. It was 10:30, he was in his bed, no noises but the sound of Craig Ferguson on the T.V. He decided to get up and go out of a walk.

It was dark out, but the moon was full and everything was visable. He went across the railroad tracks and popped a seat on a large empty crate and stared out into the city.

"I've never this city for this long. It's just so strange." Don made his decision, but was still conflicted on his final verdict. Leaving Chicago was like taking a part of himself. This city defined him. But he needed to do what he always planned in situations like this.

"Stay da course. You sometimes gotta take da fight to them." Don remembered, thinking like the fighter he truly was. "You won't always have homefield advantage. Looks like I'm hitting the road." Don concluded finally putting any doubts to rest.

Come tomorrow he would make his journey to Duel Academy.

MwM: I'm not a fan of filler either, but I had to get it out of the way, so the plot wouldn't jump too far off. Sorry there wasn't a duel this chapter, but there will be one next chapter.

Norm: I don't get it, do you put the cards in this thingy right here?

MwM: No, you treat a duel disk like a woman.

Norm: Ignore it?

MwM: If that means I don't have to teach you Duel Monsters, then sure why not?