Hey everyone, so here's the Persian! Yay~, I love this guy. So enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Phantom of the Opera or anything mentioned in this chapter.

Interview with the POTO Characters

~The Persian~

Era sigh as she took a seat at her desk. The Persian had already seated himself and seemed to be quite calm, too calm for Era's liking.

"I'm only on my fourth interview and I'm starting to get bored…I think I might be losing my touch," she commented tiredly.

"If you want to take a break from interviewing, you can," the Persian suggested kindly. Era tilted her head with a smile.

"Aren't you sweet….but no, I have to keep powering on. But we can have tea,"

"Tea would be delightful, thank you," Era giggled at his accent before standing and walking over to a table in the corner of the room where a kettle of hot water and two tea cups were waiting for her.

"I'm Era, by the way," she called back over as she poured the tea into the two cups.

"Pleasure to meet you, I'm known as the Persian," the man responded.

"I'll just call you Daroga," Era said with a shrug as she brought over the cups and handed the Persian one. "Darius didn't seem to have put milk, cream or sugar over there so it's just Orange Pekoe Tea…I hope you don't mind,"

"Not at all…but, couldn't you have used that power of yours to make them appear?" the Persian questioned. Era had to stop herself from choking on her tea as she sat back down in her chair.

"Powers? What powers?"

"That Fiction power you claimed to have when you were talking to Erik, and Raoul, if I'm not mistaken," he answered.

"Eavesdropping, were we?" Era asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Good hearing," Daroga corrected.

"Hmm, my sister would like you," Era hummed. "It's called Fanfiction, and I really don't' feel like using it right now, that's all. So, can we begin?"

"Yes, of course," the Persian answered while gesturing her to continue.

"What's your name?" Era asked.

"That's confidential,"

"It isn't to me,"

"But it is to me," Era glared at him but kept quiet.

"How old are you?"

"Confidential,"

"Are you going to answer 'confidential' to everything?" she asked annoyed.

"No," the Persian answered flatly.

"…Were you born in Persia? Or raised there?"

"Confidential,"

"What the fuck!" Era exclaimed angrily.

"Let me make myself clearer, anything to do with my personal life is confidential," Daroga clarified. Era growled at him.

"How am I supposed to interview you if it's all confidential?" she asked.

"Don't ask about my background,"

"Fine! What about Erik, then? Or is he part of your 'background' too?"

"Erik? No, he's not part of my background," the Persian answered a little confused.

"Good, so tell me about him," Era said while reclining in her chair.

"What is there to say? There's so much I can tell you about him…but so little," Daroga said with a sigh.

"…That doesn't tell me anything. Do you regret saving his life?" Era asked.

"Yes, and no. He didn't deserve to die in Persia, however, he did cause much trouble in Paris…Perhaps if I didn't save him, the whole ordeal with Christine Daaé wouldn't have happened…"

"…So…yes? You regret saving his life?" she summed up.

"I'm not certain, mademoiselle. We did share some hearty laughs, and seeing him there in my house after everything that occurred in Erik's home was a moment I'll never forget," the Persian said, deep in his own memories. Era leaning a little forward, completely into the story.

"Why?"

"His sadness, passion, and love were very overwhelming. I pitied him so much…and I was touched that he came to me afterwards, not like he had anyone else to go to. I was the closest thing he ever had to a friend. The fact he left everything he held dear to me was truly touching…maybe if I had let him die all those years ago, he wouldn't have suffered so much…" Daroga sigh heavily.

"Don't say that. I'm sure Erik would do it all over again just to be able to be around Christine again," Era said with a smile.

"Perhaps you're right…"

"You did the right thing by-wait a second…" the Persian looked at the girl curiously as her expression changed from sympathy to anger. "How did you…"

"…Do what?"

"You side tracked me!" Era exclaimed.

"I was telling a story," the Persian defended.

"Yes, but you side tracked me! Keeping me away from my questions," Era accused.

"I was answering your question,"

"No you weren't, because you're still undecided,"

"I'm sorry, but I don't know what to say…these questions are hard to answer," Daroga said honestly.

"I only asked one question that you were willing to answer!" Era growled. Before the Persian could respond she held up a hand. "Never mind…why don't we move on to the questions the people on Fanfiction want to ask you, and you have to answer!"

"…Alright," the Persian answered slowly.

"Perfect, 21!" Era yelled. The two waited as 21 entered the office.

"Why didn't you use the microphone?" she asked confused.

"I don't want to talk about it," Era answered as she slouched in her chair.

"Alright then…" 21 looked down at her clip board. "IamthePhantomoftheOpera would like to know if you know anything about the shade in the felt,"

"The shade in the felt? I do know something about them," the Persian answered.

"…Well?" Era questioned.

"What about them do you want to know?"

"Anything!"

"Well, he doesn't like me very much…" he trailed off.

"We know that already. I think the exact phrase IamthePhantomoftheOpera used was: besides the fact that they hate his guts," Era said frustrated.

"Why would he hate my guts?" the Persian questioned confused at the modern slang.

"At least we know it's a he," 21 mumbled.

"It's metaphorical, not literal," Era explained to the man.

"Then why didn't you just say what you wanted to say literally?" Daroga questioned.

"Just answer the question or I'll tell Erik that you helped make this book," Era threated while raising her Phantom book. The Persian looked at it confused.

"What book is that?" he asked.

"Just a book that knows everything about Erik and that he would kill you for assisting in making it if he knew," Era smirked.

"I never took part in that book!" Daroga defended.

"Not yet, but in your future you will…back in your time, of course. So answer the question,"

"Alright," he agreed slowly, "The Person in the felt, whose identity is unknown to me, patrols parts of the cellars, and if you're caught he will bring you to the managers for explanations,"

"We know that already, anything else?" Era asked.

"His favourite color's blue,"

"What?" Era and 21 asked at the same time.

"He's also an Aquarius," the Persian continued.

"…Okay then…I got no more questions on here," 21 said.

"Alright," Era dismissed as 21 turned and exited the room. Era sighed.

"I have a serious question, and you have to answer truthfully, and actually answer it,"

"Alright, what is it?" Daroga asked hesitantly.

"If you were to do it all over again, what would you change?" Era asked.

"I thought I cleared up the issue revolving around the Rosy Hours of Mazenderan," the Persian argued.

"I'm talking about after that, at the Opera House. What would you have changed?"

"I wouldn't have taken the route to the torture chamber," he answered with a smile.

"…Is that it?"

"No, I would have gone to Mademoiselle Daaé earlier and save her from making that horrible decision between marriage with Erik and death,"

"…When you put it like that it sounds like an insult to Erik," Era pointed out.

"I apologize. I would have also tried to be more forceful with Erik, to make him stop killing," the Persian continued.

"I like that plan. So, is it true Erik dropped the chandelier?"

"He claims otherwise, but I know he did it,"

"Would you have killed Erik if you had the chance?"

"I don't know…I don't know if I would have the will to kill him," Daroga answered honestly.

"Well, what about, hypothetically, you walk into a room and you see Erik pinned by Raoul against a wall with his hands tied above his head and you know Raoul's going to do bad things to him, and Erik's begging you to shoot him because he's defenseless, would you kill him?" Era asked.

"…How did Raoul pin him to a wall? And more importantly, how is Erik defenseless? He can get out of rope easily and then kill Raoul with it," the Persian defended.

"…You're right…Well what if Erik's wrists were chained above his head, and maybe a metal thing around his waist to keep him against the wall. On top of that, Raoul has Superman like strength and speed and managed to not only pin Erik to the wall and get him chained up, but injured him badly to the point where Erik was coughing up blood. Would you shoot him then?" the Persian sat in thought for a moment.

"What's Superman?" he asked.

"He's a super hero who goes around in underwear and a cape to save the world. He's practically invincible and only Kryptonite can weaken him," Era explained.

"Kryptonite,"

"A rock from his home planet,"

"He's an alien?"

"…I guess so…so would you shoot him?" Era asked again.

"Who? Superman?" Daroga questioned confused.

"Erik!"

"Oh…I don't think so. I pity him too much, and I'm sure he would get out of the situation one way or another," he answered.

"But Raoul's doing bad things to him!" Era tried.

"Erik's more than used to torture," Daroga said with a shrug.

"What about rape?" a voice on the other side of the microphone questioned. Era and the Persian looked at it before looking at each other.

"Good point 21, what about rape? What if Raoul suddenly wanted Erik and Erik said no and Raoul, now turned evil and horny, attacks Erik is going to rape him and Erik's begging you to kill him. Would you fucking shoot him now?" Era asked.

"…What about Raoul? Can't I shoot him?"

"No, he's Superman now,"

"…I don't know then,"

"You're a bad friend," Era pointed out with a huff.

"Would you shoot?" the Persian countered.

"I wouldn't need to, I got Fanfiction on my side, I can change the scene with a single thought," Daroga sighed.

"Are we done this interview yet?"

"You know what, yes! Get out," Era instructed while pointing at the door. The Persian nodded before standing and leaving the office. Era sighed heavily as she reclined in her chair.

"…Thinking about Yaoi?" 21 asked over the microphone. Era clicked the button on her desk.

"Not really…" she answered sadly. A knock was heard on the office door before Darius entered.

"Excuse me, but I thought you would like to know about the fight outside," he said shyly.

"Yes please," Era answered with a smile.

"Erik won, not that the other one stood a chance…" Darius informed.

"I knew it,"

A/N-And there you have it!