First off, yes I know week old babies can't do anything but cry, eat, and wet their diaper but Yugi and Yami are special so I say they can cause it's my story and everything else about the anime is whacked out so I can have a little fun. Besides, the only reason I did it was because I wanted to show how close the twins were even without a lot of time together. However, I did try fixing it so it didn't seem too abnormal.

Second, about the Kentucky accent that somebody complained about, I'm very sorry and had no idea so thank you for telling me. And I've changed the wording as well.

Lastly, I came to the very conclusion last night that all my previous writing sucks so I'm going to fix it and repost it. Just a heads up to those who are interested

A knock echoed through the small rundown apartment house as somebody rapped on the old termite-eaten door. A man in his middle ages hurried over to answer it, looking through the dusty peephole before he unlocked the door, not that it did much for protection anyway with rust covering most of it. A small smile spread on his face as he heard his newborns start crying and he once more went through the loving memories of their birth only a week earlier; he loved being a father already.

He looked at who stood in front of their door and his smile quickly replaced into a frown.

"Mr. Jikiro, I presume," the officer asked as he removed his hat, black and grey hair ruffled from the action.

Mr. Jikiro nodded and looked past the officer to see an important looking social worker standing behind him Her concerned looking expression as she looked around the inside of the apartment from where she stood did little to encourage him of the surprise visit. "Can I help you?"

"Yes," the officer replied, "I hope so anyway. It's come to our attention from your neighbor just down the hall – "

"Mrs. Peterson," Mr. Jikiro interrupted questionably.

He nodded, "Yes, I believe that was her name. Anyways, she recently reported that you and your wife just had twins about week ago, is that correct?"

The man quickly went to defensive mode at the mention of his two newborns and nosy neighbor in the same sentence. He even closed the door slightly so the social worker would stop looking around inside it every other second. "That's right; what of them," he snapped agitatedly.

"She told us that you were a… an underprivileged family and could do little to support yourself and your wife. It was in her best interests that we came over to check over your apartment as well as on your children. To make sure everything is in order." He paused, looking as if he didn't want to continue. "If it's needed of course we might have to take them and put them up for adoption to a more suitable family."

His eyes widened and his mouth parted slightly, drying out as though he was eating cotton. "No! You can't. I love my sons! You can't take them away from me and my wife," Mr. Jikiro shouted in anguish. "I've been working extremely hard at my new job. I've had it for a few months now to help support us. All I need is a little time and I'll be able to support them easily."

The social worker finally stepped forward to make herself noticed. She was a stuffy looking lady wearing a grey suit that looked a couple sizes too small. A clipboard cradled in one arm with a pen in an overly-manicured hand that looked too eager to be healthy "It isn't just the finances, Mr. Jikiro; living conditions and the children's health are also in question. Even when you do get a… suitable paycheck to do anything with most of it's going to have to go for hospital coverage from when your wife gave birth. We've already checked up on it and it's going to take a long time, maybe years, to even pay for half of it from what we've seen of your budget so far." The smug expression on her face gave away that she was just itching to make someone's life miserable.

Mr. Jikiro swallowed harshly and tried not to show how frightened he was. Nothing good can come from this…

"This isn't fair," the man cried out, proud that his voice hadn't cracked.

"Honey," a woman called from behind a crooked door off to the side. "What's wrong? You sound upset. Who's at the door?"

Mr. Jikiro opened the door and allowed for his wife to see for herself. He explained to her what they told him and she gasped, her hands rushing to cover her mouth in surprise. "What about our children, sir? We don't want them to go to some stranger's house and then never find out about us. We love them so much already. Please don't make us give them up. Just give us some time," she pleaded with tears stinging at her eyes.

"May we see the children," the officer asked, trying to ignore Mrs. Jikiro's cries so it wouldn't make his job harder than it already was.

The man wanted to resist and throw the man away from his door, but he had neither the strength nor the nerve. He feared the possibility of his children being taken away would increase if he tried something like that. Instead, he nodded and wrapped an arm around his wife in comfort. He led them into the next and only other room to the small apartment where two baby boys lay sleeping comfortable together, wrapped up in old and tattered clothing.

The social worker gasped and knelt next to the twins, unwrapping them from the deep-rooted garments. "These children are barely being fed properly," she said more to the officer than addressing the parents.

The officer's eyes closed in his discomfort of what had to come next. He shifted and ground out forlornly, "Mr. and Mrs. Jikiro, I'm sorry, but I'll have to take them to the adoption agency. These children can't be properly cared for in these conditions. It'll be miracle enough if they aren't already sick from this apartment with how much filth is in the air."

Mrs. Jikiro burst into tears and held onto her husband tightly, sobbing into his shoulder and clutching his shirt tightly.

"Please, please, isn't there anything you can do to help us keep them? Please we'll do anything! I can't lose my family," Mr. Jikiro cried desperately to the two visitors.

The officer looked thoughtful for a moment before hope flared in his eyes. "There just might be a way; mind you, it'll very difficult to pull off."

"I'll do anything to keep my children, please!"

He nodded and glared at the social worker pointedly.

The woman huffed and pulled out a cell phone from inside her jacket, pushing the number one and holding it to her ear. "Joyce, it's May," she huffed into the expensive device. "I'm at the Jikiro's residence right now checking up their living conditions for the newborns; it doesn't look good, but they're desperate to keep these children and you know I… hate this part of my job. Can you set me up for an appointment with the judge for some kind of alternative?" She listened for a minute before a wry smile spread on her face. "Thanks, Joyce. It'll make a lot of things easier too." She paused again. "Alright, thanks again. Bye." She pushed the off button and put the phone away.

"We'll have to take the twins into our custody just until tomorrow. If you can prove to the judge you can take care of these kids without any problems then you can keep them and maybe get some help on the way as well. If not then I'm afraid there's nothing more for us to do to help you," she explained in a bored tone.

Just then a ring of some kind of jazz music echoed throughout the bare apartment and May quickly hurried to answer her phone. "May here." She paused. "That's good, thanks, Joyce. Bye." She hung up once more.

"I'll be around at noon tomorrow to pick you so I can bring you to the courthouse. Bring anything that'll help you keep the twins because you'll definitely be needing it." She smirked and watched as each of them nodded. Kneeling beside the slumbering twins once more, she picked one up in each arm, handing one to the officer when she stood.

Mrs. Jikiro went over to a wooden crate stashed in the corner of the barren room and pulled out two blankets that looked to be only half finished being made. "I was making these so they would be warmer at night. I'm not quite done with them yet but they'll hold for the time being. I don't want them to catch cold with this weather outside."

May nodded and snatched one of the blankets offered, wrapping it around the boy she was holding. The officer did the same to the child in his arms.

More tears leaked into Mrs. Jikiro's eyes, but she quickly wiped them away and stepped forward to kiss her son in the officer's arms. "I love you, Yami. Take care of your little brother." She hurried back over to the social worker and kissed her other son. "You too, Yugi. We'll get you back so don't you worry."

After a small goodbye from Mr. Jikiro the officer and the social worker left the rugged apartment.

Tears flooded both of the distressed parents' eyes that night.

The next day at noon, Mr. and Mrs. Jikiro could find themselves riding in the back seat of a business car with the social worker from the day before, May Wilson, to the courthouse to try and fight for the custody of their children. They were scared and nervous out of their minds and only seemed to worsen every time Ms. Wilson tried to comfort them into telling them everything would be all right, though the superior tone she was speaking in really did nothing to help much.

"We're here," Ms. Wilson announced as she parked in a space a short ways from the stairs leading to the door. She said nothing else as she stepped out of the car in a vibrant red business suit and clicked her red high heels up the stairs, not looking back to see if she was being followed.

The two adults in the back of the car quickly followed her though. They dressed in their best clothes they could find to make a good impression. Mrs. Jikiro had wanted to go find something better at the store, but they both knew with the short budget they already had it couldn't be done. The nervous man fidgeted with his blue collared shirt and pale brown jacket as he walked up the steps slowly. His wife wearing a pale yellow dress beside him wasn't fairing any better as she clasped her husband's arm.

The social worker led them inside and through a pair of doors off the side leading into a hall. They walked a few more doors down until they came to the last door where she knocked at it lightly, somehow still having an air of importance from such a simple gesture.

"Come in," a southern accent called to them from beyond the large, oak door.

Opening the doors, Ms. Wilson allowed the Jikiros in first before following after them. It was a small office with a mahogany desk in the middle and a few files and plants were placed around the room making it look even smaller and cramped than it already was.

May smiled stiffly and walked the short distance to the desk. "Hello, Mrs. Milstiff. I had an appointment with the judge today; Joyce Kasey said she made one with you. It's about the Jikiro twins' custody for the parents."

A small smile spread on the lady's face and she nodded. "That's correct. You're always the one coming in once in a while to help the parents if you think they should be able to keep them." She replied, her accent obvious the people in the room.

"What can I say? I really do hate that part of my job." She rolled her eyes, not adding that the officers she ended up going with always gave her the 'look' to make the call.

"Not many do. I'm just glad we've got people like you with a big heart enough to have some guts to do something about it," the kind woman replied, completely oblivious to the tone May was using. "I'll go tell Judge William that you're here. It should only be a minute." She stood and walked to the double doors behind her, knocking on it lightly before creaking it open and peeking her head in for a second. "He'll see you now." She told them cheerfully after she pulled her head back out, opening the door for them to walk through.

"Ah, May Wilson. I should've known it would be you dealing with this case. Barely anyone else comes in here on such a call." Judge William joked.

"Thank you, your honor," May wryly grinned. "This is Mr. and Mrs. Jikiro, sir; the twins' parents."

"Of course; do come in. It looks like you've brought a few things as well." The judge gestured to the seats in front of his desk with a warm look on his face.

"Yes, your honor, we did." Mr. Jikiro agreed. "We'll do anything to keep our children. We love them so much already."

"As I've heard from previous parents who came before you. Show me what you've brought then." He said in a soft voice.

Mr. Jikiro handed a file to the judge containing his working status along with the paycheck he's receiving every month, a few pictures of the family, along with records of anything else he could find that might be able to help them.

"I see why your neighbor was calling in now. Your apartment isn't exactly…children material."

"We know, your honor. If we just had a little time we'd be able to fix it up with a few of my paychecks."

"And what of your hospital finances? How will you able to do that and fix your home up?"

Mr. Jikiro looked nervous and looked back at his wife still standing by the door. He turned back to the judge with a sigh. "We don't know, your honor. We'll do anything to keep our children though. Isn't there someway we'll be able to keep them?"

Judge William smiled and removed his glasses to rub his eyes. "There is one alternative to allow you to keep one child but the other will go to an adoption agency to be put into a better home. However," he added when he saw the couple look worried about one of their twins being separated from them, "if you are able to get everything orderly within the time space of a year then the court will allow you to retrieve your child back into your own custody and the parents who have your one son will be notified of this when they adopt him."

"A year," Mr. Jikiro asked with despair. "Sir, it's a new job. I don't think I'll be able to work my way up to a suitable paycheck within that short time, " he stated anxiously. "Isn't there some way you can get me longer than that?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jikiro, but that's all we can do. You will, however, be able to have the parents' phone number in case you'd like to talk to him or see him. It won't be like a permanent separation, Mr. Jikiro; you're not restricted from him in any way, your custody of the one son will just be taken away unless you can get your priorities in order within a year."

"And what will happen with my other son? What'll happen with the one we'll be able to keep?"

"You will be allowed to keep him as long as you can support him."

"We'll do that then," Mrs. Jikiro finally spoke up. "If this is the only way we'll be able to keep at least one child and with hopes of getting the other back then we'll do it."

Mr. Jikiro bit his lip, thinking about, but he nodded. "Yes, we'll do anything it takes to keep them and if this is the only way then we'll do it," he agreed.

"Do we decide which one will stay with us?" Mrs. Jikiro asked sadly, half hoping the answer was no so they wouldn't have to pick.

"I'm afraid not, Mrs. Jikiro. When more than one child is involved you won't be able to and it's always the oldest child that stays with the original parents and the rest will go off to the adoption agency."

"Yugi? But he already depends so much on his brother." Mrs. Jikiro cried. "He's so small too; he might be scared if he's told and then he won't want to meet us."

The judge looked curious about this statement. "Mrs. Jikiro, the boys are only a week old and only minutes apart from each other." He told her, looking at the twins' birth certificates. "I'm very interested as to how you'll be able to tell what they'll act like when they are older."

"Please, sir, just call it a mother's intuition. I can tell when I look in their eyes and I just know."

"Even with that, Mrs. Jikiro, there is nothing I'll be able to do. If you wish, if you aren't able to gain the custody of, Yugi was it?" The couple nodded. "Yugi, then. If you aren't able to gain custody of Yugi we'll tell the parents not to tell him and you will be able to gain that privilege."

Mr. Jikiro went over to comfort his wife, who had too many tears to be able to respond. "We'll have it that way then. We'd rather tell our own child what we weren't able to accomplish rather than someone else. Besides, we wouldn't be able to face him if we knew he'd been told by someone else."

"Very well, then." The judge agreed. He wrote something down on a few papers and then turned to Ms. Wilson, who'd been silent throughout the whole meeting. "Ms. Wilson, take Mr. and Mrs. Jikiro to retrieve their other son and to say goodbye to Yugi."

"Of course, your honor. I would've allowed them to say goodbye to that poor boy either way," she added with a bit of condescending in it.

The judge smiled and nodded a goodbye. "Good luck to you both."

Mr. Jikiro gathered his things back up and followed his wife and May out of the room.

"Your twins were kept at my house for the night with my sister, Kira. She's watching them right now," she informed them, clicking her heals loudly down the marble floor.

She drove them over to her house, the whole ride in silence, a few miles away and she led them in.

"Kira," She called loudly.

"In here, May," a voice called from in the living room. "These two are just adorable together!"

May led the parents into her living room and a soft smile spread on her face as she saw the two boys sleeping happily with a rattle that they shared between them.

"Kira, this is Mr. and Mrs. Jikiro, the twins' parents."

"Your children are such angels," she squealed excitedly. "They've done nothing but sleep and they only cried a few times, but that's when they needed a few things like a diaper change or food. You certainly are lucky. I wish my children would be as good as yours."

"Thank you," Mrs. Jikiro whispered softly, kneeling next the blanket her sons were resting on. Her eyes were filled with love and sadness as she looked at Yugi, tears slowly building in her eyes. Shaky fingers pet his soft, velvet cheek.

"They've come to pick up Yami. Yugi will be going to the adoption agency."

"Oh, I hate it when they do this to parents with more than one child. It isn't fair to either of them."

"I know, Kira," May replied, knowing her sister was soft about such things.

At that moment the two boys' eyes slowly opened. They looked at her with big eyes for a second and more tears fell down their mother's cheeks. Carefully, she picked up her youngest and held him tightly, not wanting to ever let him go.

Kira held onto the mother's shoulders and led her over to the couch. "Take as long as you want, Mrs. Jikiro." She told her when she sat down. "I'm sure my sister wouldn't mind."

Mr. Jikiro went to sit on the couch too, picking up Yami along the way. He held his sons tightly to his chest tears also welling up in his eyes.

Yugi stared and wiggled his fingers and toes at the attention. His coos subsided though when a curious noise reached his ears and he looked interested in finding it. He found it when he glanced to look at his mother and saw tears streaming down her face. Tears shone in his own eyes and he held whined , who quickly gathered him and held him tightly.

Kira turned to her sister and sighed. "That one is definitely going to be a sensitive one. He's so sweet and he can already tell when somebody needs a hug for comfort," she gave a wet smile to her own sibling.

"Just like his mother said back at the courthouse when Judge William told her Yugi would be the one going to the adoption agency," May said quietly in awe.

"Poor little guy. If I could I would adopt him for myself if only to let him be closer to his brother. But I already have more children than I can handle." She gave an apologetic look to said boy's parents.

"As would I, Kira. But I can't because of my job," she forced through her teeth. "If only somebody else had had this case than I would be able to." Her voice gave way that she would rather have nothing to do with the children, let alone have them living with her, but nobody in the room seemed to notice.

It seemed like hours before Mrs. Jikiro finally looked up at May and Kira. "I'm afraid that if I stay any longer I won't be able to leave it all. Sorry if we took so long."

"Don't worry about it at all, Mrs. Jikiro. And I swear to you right now I won't allow anybody to adopt Yugi who I don't see as more than perfect for him," Kira announced strongly.

"Thank you, Mrs. Wilson. That helps a lot." She turned to pick up Yami and bundled him up tightly in the crimson-red blanket that she'd made for him. Mr. Jikiro stood with a slumbering Yugi in his arms and bundled him up the identical blanket, only a violet color, made for him as well.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to take Yugi to the adoption agency with you in the car though. I'm very sorry, but it is policy not to allow it," Ms. Wilson told them importantly.

"We understand," Mrs. Jikiro told her. "Are you able to take us to our apartment with him?"

She seemed to want to argue, but swallowed it when her sister stepped up next to her and answered in her stead, "Now that she can definitely do." Her sister smiled and led them out to the car.

The drive to the Jikiro's apartment was quiet except for the sound of the cooing twins who were playing a disorderly game of wiggling their toes back and forth.

Arriving at the apartment was even more awkward than the drive there. Eventually though the Jikiros did get out of the car with Yami in his mother's arms. Seeming to know what was going on though the boy started crying loudly.

Upon hearing his brother, Yugi's eyes shone brightly with hot tears and cried out as well.

The car started and Ms. Wilson waved an absent goodbye before driving out of the parking lot and out of sight.

Yami watched as his brother was taken away and his small tears slowly stopped, but continued to leak from his eyes and splashed silently onto the ground.