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The musician hummed a blissful tune as he glided down the smoke filled hall. The limp form in his arms was feather light as he stepped over a bloody body. He had killed this particular human on his way to retrieve his White, though he had let the human die quickly; he now wished he could have killed him slowly and painfully.

He had been in a hurry though. The urgency to get to his nephew had easily outweighed his lust for the slaughter of the ones that had taken him. The 14th vaguely wondered where all the other humans had gone now. He had seen at least ten humans on his way to where his White was being held. He had not killed them at the time because they had not been in his direct path to his darling nephew.

Once his White was safely aboard the Ark he could always return, he supposed. Hunt and kill the rest of the humans of this branch of the Black Order, and he would take his time killing them of course. Then he would move on to the next branch and the next after that…

The 14th paused in his humming and in his motion forward. He tilted his head to the side, his gold eyes narrowing. That noise just now sounded like a gunshot; one floor up if he was not mistaken.

The 14th sighed and lovingly shifted the bundle in his arms closer, pressing his dark lips to the pale white forehead, humming softly in satisfaction as the closed eyes twitch and fluttered from the contact. The eyes remained closed though.

"Still going to hide? You don't want to say hello to them?" He asks in an amused voice. He turned his flashing gold eyes forward as footsteps rained down the stairs in front of him. The 14th counted at least four separate pairs.

He had just enough time to place his nephew down, propped against a wall behind him, before the exorcists where on him. The exorcists' attacking blind through the smoke. The musician grinned dodging the first sword strike. The black blade singing trough the air beautifully, aimed blindly but still just as deadly.

The 14th's gold eyes flared with fire as he reached down for his White's left hand. He was going to kill them all, he through as his blood lust surged forward. Gut them, bleed them and make them scream. He was going to paint the insides of the building red with their retched blood, all for what they had done to his darling nephew.

The musician's right hand took hold of his silver angel's black wing, the wrist flashed green where his hand made contact with Allen's black arm. Crown Clown reacting to the touch of a Noah. The 14th's dark grin grew with the fire that burn in his eyes.

"Come Crown Clown! Let's make them bleed!" He seethed between his white teeth. He pulled on the wrist as the black arm started to change shape as the green light of the Innocence pulsed bright, burning his hand only a little.

He pulled the exorcism sword up just in time the stop the second sword swing. The metal of Crown Clown's blade sang perfectly in tune with the black blade of Mugen. The Musician pressed the sword in his right hand forward as his stood in one smooth push. The smoke cleared enough for him to see the one in front of him. Mugen's wielder stared into his molten amber eyes as the 14th sneered back.

He could see the blue eyes widen in stunned shock. He also did not miss the gasps from the other exorcists.

The exorcists had not been expecting to see him? Yes, the confusion of a Noah calling forth the power of Innocence he could understand. A Noah wielding Innocence? The insanity! The 14th giggled mentally at this – stupid humans didn't understand anything…But to have them stunned at seeing him? Had that not been why they were here? To kill him? To kill the traitor, Allen Walker, that had final gone Noah? Had the humans that he had let live not sent a call for reinforcements?

The 14th again only had a moment to react to the gold and silver of Judgment being leveled over the two clashing blades. His grin faltered, he knew not even a Noah could survive a point blank shot from that gun. He reached forward with his free hand taking hold of the barrel and pushing it to the side as it fired. His hand burned in pain at the contact of the unfriendly Innocence.

Every breath stopped then and it seemed that all eyes were on him. No, they where all on his left hand. His gold eyes taking note of the exorcist's blood stain attire now that everything had stilled.

Ah…

These humans had come to save his darling nephew. And upon first sight of him had thought that their beloved Allen hand been taken over by his Noah.

The musician's burning rage died and was replaced with insane amusement. His golden eyes swimming with understanding as he turned them to the red-haired man dressed in gold and black.

"What kind of shit is this?" The man breathed out, the blue eye that was not hidden by the mask narrowed at him.

"General Cross, good to see you! ~ " The 14th sang as he lowered his nephew's sword. He was amused to see that the exorcists did not lower their weapons, grips only tightening in confusion. "Coming to save darling Allen have we? I already took care of that, as you can see."

The 14th shifted his body to the side as the smoke started to settle, finally letting the humans see the bundled up body behind him. Oh he was going to have a lot of explaining to doing. He did remember telling the General a long time ago that for him to awaken he would have to take over his host's body… killing his host's mind in the process.

That had been a lie of course, and the looks on the human's faces had made it completely worth it too.

Yes, the 14th's amused grin widened further. He had a lot of explaining to do. Not that he would tell them much, mind you. He always preferred to keep his hand to himself; he only ever shared his secrets with his beloved Mana…