A sixteen year old walked down the street eating some mitarashi dango. Snow like locks framed the scarred, pale face. Golden eyes staring vacantly to nowhere as he was thinking about something.

How many years has it been since he gained control? Times changed so much and yet, he did not. Using his powers, he altered his host's body to seem like a sixteen year old. The innocence resisted little to nothing to his control.

Neah had to admit that times were getting… boring.

With a sigh he finished the delicacy. The sweet flavor staying in his tongue. He mentally smirked. Sweeter than that were the screams of terror and blood of his victims as he sent them to their eternal rest. Most of them didn't put up much of a fight but, oh well. He also loved to hear the screams of fear as an unfortunate person find their remains especially, those he gives 'special treatment'.

At the thought, he started humming a song. He passed an alley , a woman passed next to him, running. His smirk got bigger when he heard that the delightful music of death enveloped the woman. In more ways than one. 'The vampire case eh…' He turned and there he saw a man. A dead man. 'My deaths are more artistic than this though…' a small smirk appeared on his handsome face at the thought.

A scream sounded and many people were attracted by it. He decided to go away since it was getting too crowded. It seemed that there was going to be nothing more interesting than this anyway.

'Maybe I can try that new restaurant…' he muses as he got out of the crowd but, the idea was cut off as a person caught his interest.

He was dressed in black and, even though he suddenly ran away in the same direction as the woman, he saw them. Those unforgettable violet colored eyes… the one his nephew killed before he broke… 'A shinigami? For a suicidal person to be that…. So interesting…'

He discreetly followed him and saw the scene unfold. A boy accused him of being the murderer, the man was confused, there was going to be blood until a bird stopped them and told them they were partners and all that. Pity, he expected more to happen.

The 14th entered a restaurant, following them, and asked his mountain of food. Old habits die hard after all. Eventually he finished his meal (traumatizing those that looked) and got out. It was getting too boring around there though, the banter between those two was kind of amusing.

As he walked another interesting person passed by him. The song of death also circled him. He put a hand in front of his mouth, hiding his amused grin.

Now, now, who would have thought that he would encounter his descendant here?

It was a dark night. The full moon seemed to bleed with the colour red on it. It was the time for demons to hunt but, the Noah, was more interested in the shinigami and his descendant. He was watching everything even though they couldn't sense him. Not even the empath hostage could feel him. Eh, weakling.

Speaking of the boy, he was trapped with a fuda made of women's hair, bleeding as the strings cut deep on his flesh. How lovely.

Muraki seemed to have done something to the child since the boy had, on his eyes, a mixture of hate, confusion and, was that fear? The corner of his lips went slightly up. Such an amusing sight.

Debris fell as someone came from the roof. A shield appeared protecting the kid from the doctor, who, by the way, answered in a very… suggestive way to the newcomer's question. It was his patient with someone that stood as background.

A supernatural fight broke out. Asato Tsuzuki was strong, no doubt about that. Much stronger than a few of those, now dead, exorcists. But the golden eyed man had to roll his eyes when he put himself to guard the brat and the woman. Is it only him or he encounters martyrs all the time? 'Well they are the ones more interesting usually…'He felt something stir behind his consciousness but ignored it.

He wasn't surprised when they won over his descendant. The surprise came from burning the whole building, reminding him of a certain red haired brat.

But that power… excitement appeared on his body as the flames got closer to him, even though he didn't register it. His body shook as he tried to control his laughing but soon, it escalated to an insane laugh that everyone could hear. Wonderful, beautiful, captivating, powerful and a monster… that was what he saw when he looked at the shinigami.

The fire touched his olive skin. He stopped laughing but the insane smirk remained. A lullaby was heard.

"An interesting one aren't you. Will you entertain me my patient?"

Disclaimer: I don't own DGM nor YNM. Only the ideia.

So, this is a sequel of the fic Insanity. Somehow, I managed to write this while on a writer's block.

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