Blank, golden eyes peered from behind long, golden bangs. The eyes scanned the dark room, taking in the grey cinderblock walls and the dirt covered cement floor. A filthy grey sink accompanied an equally filthy toilet in one corner. The only other object in the small room was an old, moth-eaten mattress on a creaky iron frame.

He glided over to the bed and collapsed. His onii-san had yelled at him on his way home for doing what he and his otou-san had ordered to the best of his ability. Upon returning, his otou-san continued the yelling and had slapped him. Of course he knew not to retaliate, but he couldn't help but ponder the reason his father and brother were angry.

The black-clad boy mentally reviewed the two lectures, and soon found a word that both lectures shared. He had obviously "failed," but he didn't understand how. He closed his eyes and sighed in wonder. What had he done wrong? Except for the fact that the strange raven-haired man had seen him, his performance had been perfect, so why were they angry with Pride?

Disclaimer: I don't own FMA.
Author's Note: I did it again. I mixed up the order of my stories. This one comes after "Advada Kedevera" (HP) but before "Inside" (FMA).