Hello people of the world. Not as tired as I usually am, so figured I should start working on this for all of your pleasure. I've been writing a lot lately, actually. Since the last update I've written two one shots and started a second drabble series (Shameless self advertising) but things like that don't tend to hold me back from updating normally, so this chapter is only a little late. Yay.

"Pride Speaking"

"Selim to Pride"

Chapter 21

"So, how are we going to do this? That kid sure made it clear that he did not want to be captured," Greed asked as the two walked along the back streets of Central. Selim really had to think about that. How could they make it convincing that he wanted to come back, or why he'd run off in the first place?

"I suppose we could just blame it on a kidnapping. They'd believe it, after all, I am the president's son, that's ample reason for anyone, really. As for my resistance, simple fear," the young boy said, and Greed nodded. It would work, hopefully. He just had to say he never saw the person who'd done it or anything, run up to the police in a bit of hysterics, which would be beyond easy. He was more worried about going overboard then anything.

"Yeah, that sounds like a plan. Okay Pride, this is where you go work that creepy good boy magic of yours, I'll be watching to make sure you get back safe," the Xing man said as they came to one of the busier sections of Central.

"I don't need your help, but do what you wish," Selim said, not looking back as he continued down the street. The police station was in view, and he quickly ran up to it. He wished he could report the crazy super humans living underneath them, but knew it would probably backfire spectacularly. Instead, he went into the station with his head down, fighting tears that were in no way fake, not that his unknowing captors needed to know that.

"Hey there little guy, what can I do for you?" one of the police officers asked as he came up to the counter. Selim took a deep breath, no need to get too emotional yet.

"You're always too emotional…" Pride grumbled, the first thing he'd said in a while. The black haired boy could tell he was still rightfully upset with his plan, but didn't take the time to apologize again.

"C-can you take me home, p-please?" he asked, looking up at the man for the first time. He was a bit chubby, but in a nice way. He was probably older too, but he didn't have that many wrinkles because of his round face. Smiling down at the boy kindly, he seemed like he was about to say something when his expression suddenly changed to one of shock.

"S-S-Selim Bradley!" the officer stuttered out loudly, causing the other occupants of the room to turn their attention to the two. The black haired boy just nodded, not sure what else to do. At least he'd be able to get home soon now.

"Idiot… it is not your home," Pride growled, startling Selim. He knew Pride was still upset, but usually it was Selim insisting to himself that none of this was his. He'd… He'd just been distracted, is all. Acting like Pride acting like himself was confusing him a bit. He knew none of this was his. It was all an act to survive. There was also the possession in the ancient child's voice that'd shocked him though. He usually tried to make himself sound detached from everything, especially things like his home or human family. He guessed he'd stolen one too many things from the sin.

"I-I, don't worry Mr. Bradley, we'll get you home as soon as possible. Linnel! Get on the phone now! Tell them we found the president's son!" the round policeman yelled, everyone in the station now moving at least twice the speed then before. Selim shifted on his feet awkwardly. Now what should he do?

"Um… Mr. Officer Sir? Is there something you want me to do?" He asked, causing the man to stare at him dumbfounded for a moment, before something apparently clicked in his head.

"Yes, yes. Come with me. We'll make sure you're nice and safe until we can get you back home," the officer said, and Selim just nodded and followed him to one of the back rooms of the station. "Now, it shouldn't be long to get you back at all. I'm sure that they are already on there way," the officer continued as he closed the door. The black haired boy sat down on one of the chairs in the room, nodding to the officer to let the man know he heard him.

The next few moments were mostly silence. Selim kept his eyes on the ground for most of that time. He was glad that no one was questioning him yet. They probably wouldn't until they got permission from his-not his, Pride's- parents. The officer was right when he said that he didn't have to wait long, about four military cars pulling up in front of the police station after maybe eight minutes. Did they really need four cars? At least he wasn't trying to run away anymore.

He saw several military men come out of the cars and into the station through a window, and the officer who was with him went out to probably explain things. Taking another deep breath, Selim tried to calm himself. He didn't get why he was becoming so worked up over it all now. Maybe because he was actually suppose to be showing emotions now instead of distant like Pride? Speaking of Pride, Selim sighed under his breath.

"I'm sorry…" he mumbled, only causing the voice to snort, not appearing to appreciate the apology at all.

"You be quiet and stop acting like a complete idiot. You're not sorry, this little charade of your is letting you live for a little while longer, but make sure you get that through your head. A little while. Father will see through your plan. He will… I'm his first born. His Pride, understand? Earlier he must of… just not of been paying attention. You wont last long," Pride growled, sounding nearly desperate. Selim didn't say anything back. He was right, after all. Selim wasn't sorry enough to turn himself up or anything like that. As for the part about Pride's father, well, he probably wouldn't take it well if Selim said anything to contradict him. He already seemed hurt.

A group of military officers came into the room at that time, causing Selim to look up out of his thinking. "Selim Bradley?" a man in the front of the group asked, and Selim nodded feebly. "Come with us," The black haired boy quickly followed the order, lead out of the station and into one of the cars, a few of the officers getting in with him.

It was strange. He hadn't been in a car since he'd come to this world. Closing his eyes, he tried to block out that memory. If only he hadn't been so stupid and stayed in the car with his mother, instead of running back home and being found by father. None of this would of happened, and he'd be safe at home right now.

He wasn't sure how long it had been when the car came to a stop. Looking out the window he saw what looked like a near perfect replica of his home. He hadn't ever seen the outside, he realized. They didn't give him much time to stare though, opening the car door and motioning for him to head towards the house. He obliged, suddenly getting very nervous. What would Moth- Pride's Mother say to him? For some reason that scared him more then meeting Father in the underground tunnels. It wasn't like Pride was going to help.

"Just act sorry. Cry or something, whatever you would normally do," Selim nearly tripped over his own feet at that. Did Pride just…

"What the? Pride, why are you helping me? You want me to get caught! You just said…" Selim asked, completely dumbfounded at the sudden change in character. Pride simply tried to shrug it off though, rolling the eyes in his head.

"I do want you to get caught, but I don't want you to ruin any more of our plans. Mother should stay oblivious to everything going on," the voice explained, and Selim nodded slightly. He guess that made sense. Figuring he shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, Selim didn't ask anything else.

Once he entered the house, he was almost immediately smothered by something. He just stood in shock for a moment before realizing what it was. Okay, act like Pride acting like him. He can do this.

"M-mother?" he asked shakily, not really sure what else to do. He caught father, Wrath, staring at him from a little ways into the room suspiciously. A small wave of fear began building up inside him, which he quickly smothered. It wasn't his father, and acting like that would only raise suspicion.

Pride's mother didn't say anything, just continued to hug him and cry. He tried to hold back him own tears, but then he remembered Pride's words. Sure, he could have been lying to trick him, but Selim didn't think so. Plus, he would take any excuse he could to cry right now.

All this was managing to do was make him realize just how much he wanted to go back home, and how far he was willing to go to get there.

Yay, Selim is at Pride's home, and Pride is still moping. I actually had a dream about Pride last night. Well, actually, it was about me reading an FMA manga with Pride going on a train out of Central with Bradley and the Misses. He looked so tired and adorable, and he was annoying everyone on the train by banging things. My mind really needs to get a hobby.

Well, I hope you liked it, please review.