Two figures-one cloaked and one not even human-running about at midnight carrying two baskets. Any normal person would call the police, right? Well, these people aren't doing anything worth calling anyone-except they're abandoning their most precious treasures.

How do I know this? Because I'M WRITING A FANFIC ON IT! DUH!

Sorry...lost my cool there.

Anyway, they were running into the night, not being seen at the moment. But they had to hurry, or else the cloaked person would get arrested and the non-human would get sent to Area 51.

The woman pulled her cloak down, revealing her green hair and green eyes.

"Are you ready, K-Koyuki-dono?" the frog-like creature asked, looking like he was about to cry. He was, actually.

"I am, Dororo." That was actually a lie. Koyuki would never be ready for what they were about to do. But they decided it was for the best. They would come back someday, they just knew it.

She looked down at the treasures they were giving away-a baby girl, and a baby boy, snuggled up close to each other and sleeping peacefully.

They ran to the closest house-the one closest to their own home, and separated the boy from his twin sister. They put him in the basket, and put the letter in the basket in which he was snuggled up in, and set it on the stoop. Then they left.

They did the same with the girl. Then they left, too, and ran back to their own home, tears running down their cheeks. Right before the children were out of sight, the woman, Koyuki, turned around and muttered a silent prayer to them.

Her last words to them in years were "Goodbye, Max. Goodbye, Kwan Yin. We love you."

And so there the children lay, not realizing who they were, not knowing they would be woken up in a few hours time by their foster mothers' screams when they went to get the newspaper, not knowing that they would spend their next decade, or half-decade, in Max's case, in complete idiocy to who their parents really were. And that was the best thing for them.