Just A Quick Note : Kurama did not keep the baby
"Thank you, Master." Kurama bowed.
"Minamino! It's such as honor to have you visit. It shall be wondrous for my students to see someone who completed my trainings. Of course, you are far more advanced." Mr. Ghoutie, an old man with gray hair, smiled and chuckled.
Students in white, blue, and green robes of rank paused in their training to stare in wonder as the two men graced their presence.
"Students, rest." Master Ghoutie smiled at them. "I would like to introduce you to my former student, Shuichi Minamino. Kurama."
"Hail, Master Shuichi." All the students bowed respectfully.
"Relax." Kurama smiled at the crowd, remembering when he was once a member of that crowd. He turned his attention back to Master Ghoutie.
"What is the matter, Kurama?" He sensed something troubling his grown student. He slowly began walking, leading Kurama away from the students.
The high, domed ceiling and seemingly endless corridors were familiar to Kurama. The home of his memories, his safe place that none knew about, how he had missed it.
"Ah, I see…Koi." The physic Master wasted no time waiting on Kurama's reply.
"Nani, Master…" Kurama stared at him. "How do you know?" The wistfulness that filled his body to aching was obvious in that simple sentence. He breathed in deeply, the odd smell of the temple filling him as he forced himself to relax. The exercise failed to make the forlorn ache that seemed to have taken refuge inside of him disappear.
It was strange. He didn't ache for Hiei. He ached for everything. For nothing. For something he couldn't explain. He couldn't make the thorough, yet non-existent, pain disappear from his mind nor body.
"Kurama? You wish to explain? Is it the troubling thoughts with young Hiei? The one who searches for you now? He tries to convince himself that he should kill you for hurting him so, yet only seeks you to love you. Even now, he searches desperately for your candle in the sea of flames you place before his Jagun."
"Master…I do not understand. If he loved me so, why would he turn to another?"
Master Ghoutie stared at him for a long moment, as though the answer was in front of his face, and Kurama could simply not see it. "He has explained, no? If only you had chosen to listen. He is as you are. He was under false pretenses. His love for you is much life that drug Yusuke slipped you. It clouds his thoughts and ruins his choices. He fears he will have to return top the friend that lies, bleeding on your floor, and tell him that it was no good. To ask him for another's help. To put himself at another's mercy. For your sake."
Kurama fought back tears, focusing on the floor. "I didn't mean to hurt him."
"Of course not, Shuichi. No one ever truly means to hurt another. It still happens, time and again. I don't see this as the last time you two hurt each other. Why do you not go, find him, and tell him of your love? Tell him that it was all a mistake. Instead of running away from him, why don't you run away together?"
Kurama didn't need much time to think over his master's educated words. "Of course, Master Ghoutie. I will do it. I'll take him, far away from all of this. Take him away from this misfortune. Where we can start all over again." He continued muttering, almost to himself.
"Do not leave it all. Do not leave it physically. Mentally restart. I know you shalln't leave that tree."
Kurama froze, thinking of the single lonely oak tree outside his window. The one where Hiei had slept on during warm nights, before he trusted Kurama enough to enter the house. The one Hiei had sat on, drenched with rain. Kurama could still see that look in his eyes, the intensity that radiated from him. His eyes had mirrored Kurama's emotions.
"Do not doubt, my boy. Go explain yourself. And hurry. For it seems the small demon is giving up and racing towards his own destruction."
Kurama wordlessly handed him the babe. "Thank you, Master. As of old, you are still wise beyond your years."
Ghoutie nodded at the young boy, old demon. "Just be warned, not all is what it seems." He whispered at the fox's retreating back.
As Kurama stepped out into the rain, he let himself begin to walk without attention to direction. He knew the way back by heart. Having traveled the well worn path to the train stations plenty with his master, he could find it with his eyes shut.
The rain fell on over laden plants. Flowers turned to stare at the ground, feeling Kurama's sorrow. The ones closer to him, that gently brushed his clothes stood straighter, sensing his hope.
He shook his head and glanced around the dimly lit train station.
There was only one other person there. Drenched with rain. Standing with purpose. Kurama didn't have to look over to know who it was.
Hiei.