Hi y'all. I know I said the next would be manga, but I wrote this, and it's been a while since I updated, and didn't want to wait for writing a whole new drabble before updating. This is for a character who barely gets any attention. May I present, First Anime Selim! Hey, not even his super awesome manga counterpart gets the recognition he deserves.

By the way, this is actually the second time I've written this exact scene, the first was in the second chapter of my fic, Broken Mirror. It's different though, I assure you.

Summery: What had he done wrong? He was only trying to save Father's treasure. Why wasn't he proud?…
Character: Selim Bradley
Verse: Anime
Warnings: Cannon Character Death
Word Count: 680

Pride and Treasures

The small boy ran as fast as he could though his home. Reaching his father's study, he pulled a key out of his pocket, heading towards the bookshelf. He needed to save Father's treasure. He was counting on him.

Right… around… here… Perfect! The timid boy smiled as he found the secret compartment and lifted out the content. Turning it over in his hands, he inspected it slightly. It was hard, and wrapped in a white cloth. Before he was able to see just what was so precious to his father though, a loud crash brought him back to the situation at hand.

Gently placing the treasure into his shoulder bag, the black haired boy started hurrying towards the increasing sounds of a struggle. His parents had both told him to keep out of harms way, but he wasn't about to leave before he knew if Father was okay. What if he needed his help? There wasn't much he himself could do, but there had to be something. Maybe the treasure would help.

The closer he came to the sound, the more wreaked the house was. Not only that, but there was fire, and it was spreading fast. He had to find Father and get out of here.

Heading down a hallway, he saw a room with the door blown off. Hearing a scream, Selim quickly forget any fear and headed into the room.

"What's going on?" he called, not quite able to see what his father was doing. As he backed away from the wall though, the young boy tried to keep his calm at the way a bloody and injured man was pinned to a wall with his father's sword.

"Look son, I caught the rat," Father said, stepping away from the man and walking towards him. Selim couldn't help but smile at his father. Whoever that man was had tried to burn down there house and hurt his father, he deserved whatever came to him. Clearing his throat, Selim started to speak.

"I'm sorry I disobeyed you father, but I just had to come back. I wanted to make sure you were okay, and I forgot something," He explained, beaming as his father placed his strong hands on his shoulders, his face radiating with pride.

"If human's are so inferior, how do you explain loving him?" the man still painfully trapped to the wall asked. Selim ignored his though, what he said made no sense. He'd lost a lot of blood, he was probably delirious.

He couldn't attempt to concentrate on the man though, his father's grip suddenly tightening to painful levels.

"You fool… what have you done?" the old man asked, and Selim frowned as he quickly tried to think of what he could of possibly done to upset him. Only one explanation came to him, and ignoring the pain, he reached into his shoulder bag.

"I just got your treasure, see? I didn't want it to get hurt in the fire, because you said your life depended on it," he tried to smile, but his father's expression only managed to become angrier, more pain filled. "Father, what's wrong? You look hurt!" What was going on, did that man managed to injure his father more then he thought?

Before the child could process what was happening he was struggling for breath. Why was Father doing this? He'd only been trying to help.

"F-fa-ther…" he barely managed to struggle out. He was getting so dizzy. The bones in his neck were threatening to crush. It didn't make any sense! Father would never hurt him! He was only trying to help… He was going to be so proud! What went wrong?

Before anymore protest could be made, his weak bones gave out, snapping under the pressure. The ten year old's body was flung to the other side of the room, where it lay in a broken heap. Selim's last thoughts of confusion extinguished forever without an answer. It didn't make sense. It just didn't make any sense. He was only trying to help, and he'd been so proud….