[Disclaimer: I don't own FMA. This was originally going to be a chapter in a longer fic, but I was having trouble with that story, and then I realized it worked well enough on its own.]
Greed walked around the store, searching the pots and pans. He currently had a few pots in his hand. With his free one, he grabbed a large frying pan, and swung it in the air a few times. He shrugged. Sure. That could work.
It should've been no surprise to see Greed shopping. He always wanted things. But in this case it was extra important. He didn't have any regrets about running away per say, but there were a lot of things he needed to take care of now. Like getting someplace to live, and something to cook with. This risk had better be worth it. At least no one would insult him for being a packrat now.
Satisfied with his shopping trip so far, Greed headed for the front. He just exited the aisle when he bumped into someone, pots clanging around, and falling out of his grasp.
"Oh, I'm sorry about that," the other man said.
Greed wasn't paying much attention to what he said. He'd stumbled back, opened his eyes, and took in the sight of the man in front of him.
That's Father!
Now, if Greed had been thinking clearly, he would've noticed this man didn't dress like Father, and he looked like he'd seen the sun more, and he didn't sound much like Father either. But Greed was not thinking clearly, because he thought he'd just been found. And not by one of his siblings either. Them he could run away from, or maybe even win against, depended on the sibling. No, he had to get caught by the Father of all homunculi.
Greed shrieked and swung his frying pan, slamming the man over the head with it. The man fell back. Not wasting any time, Greed grabbed the pots he'd dropped and ran from the store, kicking the door open to leave faster, and disappearing into the night.
"Are you okay mister?" the shopkeeper asked.
"I'm fine," Hohenhiem said, sitting up and rubbing his head.
It had, admittedly hurt. He'd been hit twice on the head, once by a frying pan and once by the tile floor. But it wouldn't have been life threatening even for a normal human. He looked at the door, where the man who'd hit him had vanished.
"That was rather rude."