A/N: His name alternates between Cap and Caps. It just kinda depends on how it fits in the sentence. Just wanted to say that it was intentional and not a typo.

Chapter 5: Interrogation

"Pierce!" Cap shouted. Pierce jolted awake in his bed. "Get your ass movin'! Yer comin with me to town!"

"Ugh... fan-fucking-tastic..." he grumbled. He knew that Caps would drag him along. After all, he was the reason Caps was in Daten in the first place. He got out of bed and threw his clothes on, tried to tame his hair, and put his piercings back in his face. Once ready, he headed down the elevator and followed Caps outside.

"Why'd you want to bring me? Of the two gir-"

Caps sharply turned in front of Pierce and pointed right in his face. "Don't play stupid, ya freak. You know damn well why I made you go with me. Now, we're gonna spend a few good hours walkin' out here and you're gonna fill me in on the details as to why you're associati' yerself with the Anarchy Sisters."

The signs of Wrath were starting to kick in. Caps was starting to piss him off, and that bastard was happy to notice. Pierce could feel his hatred reflecting in his eyes. But he's already made his promise. He wasn't going to break this one. Pierce blinked his eyes a few times, looked to the ground and pinched the back of his hand. Something to distract him from rage. Thankfully, it worked.

Caps backed off and glared at him suspiciously. "Yer also gonna have to tell me why you're tryin' so hard not to butcher me right now."

"...Please... back up, and I'll tell you what's going on. And ple-ase," he seemed to be struggling with this new word of his, "Stop with the insults."

Caps raised an eyebrow. "Right. Fine. Yeh show that yer behavin' like a civil bein', then I'll treat ya like one. Now, first question: why're yeh in Daten?"

Pierce took a deep breath and readied himself for his hellish interrogation. "Initially... well, this was when I was in sin overdrive, but anyways, I heard that there were two smoking hot chicks here that were beyond idolized, that you just couldn't resis-"

"Pierce, focus."

He smacked himself on the head. "Right, sorry"

"The only one yer apologizin' to is yerself. But since it seems like yer wantin' to get better, I'll try n' help ya with the little things. Alright?"

He sighed. "Okay. Thanks. um.. where was- Oh, right! But what snapped me out of it was when the guys added that they actually were angels. In the literal sense, not..." It was bluntly obvious to Caps that he doesn't handle pressure very well. "Ugh... Anyways. I saw this as a last opportunity to get myself straightened out, so I made my way here. Although after I killed a ghost for... well, not really for them, but you know what I mean... I was all Sin-y again. And it lasted till the end of my introduction. Suffice to say, I screwed it up, but Garder unintentionally saved my ass by explaining how much of a train wreck my life is. And now they're helping me cleanse myself of these wretched things."

"Impressive. You're actually tryin'."

"Yes, I am. And because of that, I ask that you not purposefully mess with me. I have a horrid reputation, and I want to keep things as clean as possible."

Cap smirked "What do yeh saaaay?"

Pierce stared dully and sighed. "Please?"

"That one came out smoothly, didn't it? C'mon, lets get somethin' to eat." Pierce stopped dead in his tracks, and Caps looked over at him. "We'll just keep yeh moderated, ya worrywart," he chuckled. Pierce started to walk again and caught up with him. "By the way, to answer the second half of yer question, it's cause goths aren't mah type, and you saw the shitstorm that ensued with Panty and mahself."

"Yeah, true."

"...what about you?" Cap asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, do yeh see anything in either o' the sisters?"

"Uh... well..."

"Other than their curves and cup sizes. Cuz that'd be yer Lust talki-"

"Wasn't even on my mind at the time, Caps. Thanks a whole freaking lot," Pierce snapped.

Caps stopped and turned towards him. "Woah. Calm yer ass down. Didn't mean to cause anythin'. Think o' somethin' else if yeh have to. You're just gettin yerself all riled up."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Right. Sorry. It's just-"

"It's alright," Caps said calmly before they started walking again. "Yer just getting yerself adjusted. Baby steps. It'll happen less and less."

They were both quiet for a few moments, when Pierce answered. "I think I do."

Cap looked at him from the corner of his eye. "Stockin'?"

"How'd-'

Caps cocked an eyebrow and smirked playfully. "Pierce, yer face screams goth more than a modern metal band does, and she's all dolled up in black and white. If that don't say 'picture perfect' in giant, neon cursive I don't know what in Christ's name does."

"...but what about the Sins? What if they fuck anything up?"

"Get yer shit figured out first, then go from there."

Pierce chucked. "Yeah. I guess that'd make things easier, wouldn't it?"

"Besides," Cap shrugged, "Panty don't believe in 'love'. She prefers 'satisfaction'. And a Lust driven mind can never get enough of that. Makes me worry a little 'bout that otaku fella that follows her around."

"Yeah, but Brief's just 'different' as it is. Which is good, I think. Determination and compassion are good things to have, and a lot of people just don't have that anymore. Even if it's all focused on someone who'll probably never love him in return, I don't think it's pointless to do so."

Cap grinned. "Yeh know, I think I'm likin' this new you."

Pierce smiled back. "I think I do too."

Profile:

Name: Pierce

Age: 7,400 years of age (Physically appears 18)

Race: Angel/Demon

Rank:

Archangel (Messenger/Scribe) [Expelled]

Demon Commander (Private Messenger/Scout) [Expelled]

Weapon: Scythe [Given from Corset. Personally doesn't have any since he was expelled from Heaven.]

Garment: Wristband [Given from Corset. Personally doesn't have any since he was expelled from Heaven.]

Sin: All Seven (Working on getting rid of them, though :D)