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Note: I wrote this chapter listening to "Tears of an Angel" by RyanDan and "Tsunaida Te ni kiss wo" from the 3rd Soundtrack of D Grey-Man.

The words to "Tsunaida Te ni kiss wo" that I used in this chapter can be found in volume 14 of the Manga.

He would fallow his White anywhere. Do anything for his darling nephew. So when the Order started to send him out on missions again, like a good Noah, he fallowed. He would always fallow. Though he would not kill the Akuma because his darling nephew told him not to.

So he was careful not to ever kill them. It was hard not to rip them to pieces and laugh with glee as he slaughtered them, bathing in their blood. He wanted to so badly, oh so badly. Every nerve within his body would twitch with the need. But he would hold himself back.

Always holding himself back. All for his beloved White; because his White felt differently about the screams of the lost souls then he did. His White did not hear them as beautiful music – the beautiful music that was part of the symphony of War. The screams caused him pain. His White would never understand.

Though the 14th did not want his darling nephew to understand, no, that was not what the 14th wanted. What the musician truly wanted was for his White to play for him. To play Allen's music. The notes that were his smiles, his laughter, his life, but most of all the 14th wanted to write the music that his White played to.

The musician wanted that more than anything, more than killing to his heart's content. More than the bloody head of the Earl. He wanted his White. He wanted silver eyes to look at him and only him, to laugh for him and to smile for him. He wanted to kill any other that his White looked to.

But he was a good Noah, so he would fallow his White. Be what his nephew wanted him to be, be human.

Human.

That had been the plan. Until his White had died.

His darling White stood there, blood running down his legs. Red blood rushing out from his body like a river from the whole in his stomach. Allen's pink lips stained crimson as his mouth slightly opening as he stumbled, coughing up red. Silver eyes looking to him as his body fell to his knees, into the pool of red that was growing under him. Silver eyes looking into his shocked gold as the mouth closed and twitched up.

His darling White smiled at him as his bloody body slumped to the red ground. The red staining his white hair and the white of Crown Clown. The 14th felt hate for the color irrationally surface in the back of his mind. How dare it stain his darling White…Silver eyes became flat and then slid closed.

There was the sound of his harsh breathing, and the Chosen Child, the 14th Noah and the musician of the Ark felt something break, heard an inhuman roar fracture the battle field. The hundreds of Akuma that were swarming stilled then reared back in true fear. The other exorcists that where still fighting for their lives also cringed as their eyes looked to him also in fear.

The musician's eyes became wild and blazing molten gold, crazed beyond that of the insanity of a Noah. Ash colored hands sank into his black hair as the enraged roar sounded again; everything a distorted melody to his pained ringing ears. His body burned and then everything became that infuriating color.

Red.

Red.

Red!

Then – White.

It wrapped around him, encasing him in its cooling embrace. A sound flowed to him then, humming, soft and beautiful. The humming became words whispering in his ears as the burning in his body drained from him. He felt the thin arms around his neck, holding onto him like he would disappear.

"Then the boy went to sleep,

And one or two ambers alive inThe ashes flared up in the shape

Of your beloved face."

A slim body was pressed up to his. Soft wet lips against his cheek continued to sing.

"Thousands of dreams spread over the land.

Stars like silver eyes twinkling in the night…

Your shining ones fell to the though the eons turn many prayers to dust,

I will keep praying."

The 14th's arms hung dead at his sides and slowly he opened his eyes. Golden eyes looking out at the empty battle field. Blood and death were everywhere his eyes went. A grin tugged at his dark lips as the white of Crown Clown tightened around him.

The musician finally found that he could move, his dark bloody hands sliding up the body pressed to his and rested them tightly on warming hips. He pulled back only slightly so he could turn his head to the crimson stained lips, whispering against them the end of the melody.

"Please love this child, and kiss the hand you're holding."

Author Note: For readers information, when the 14th was seeing red and he was saying he was burning? He had changed into his 'Monster' Noah form, like Tyki did in the anime.