I do? To YOU! ~ Fiyeraba

Starts when they're seven


"My name's Elphaba." The girl smiled with pride, posing like a superhero.

"I'm Fiyero." He said, smiling hugely at his new friend.

"Hey, look here." She whispered before pulling the sleeve up her dress and showing him her arm. The first thing he noticed was not that she was green, but that there was a blue diamond pattern on her arm, ending at her wrist. "My daddy doesn't know. You want some? My specialty is blue diamonds."

The first thing an ADULT would ask would be "Why blue?" but he said "Awesome!" and pulled off his shirt. "I want them everywhere!"

He spent all day with her. Surely this was who his best friend was. This girl was so cool. Who didn't love tattoos? He ran up to his dad, shirt still off, and smiled "Daddy, look at what Elphaba did to me!" He beamed at his skin.

The Vinkus King looked at the crooked diamond pattern on his son and saw the girl behind him put a blue marker behind her back. "That is so cool!" He finally settled for. "Why don't you and, Elphaba is it, go play some more while your Daddies talk business." The children ran off to wherever.

"So what do you think?" Frex spat, not too fond of talking about his daughter.

"She's perfect. Fiyero and she get along great as it is, and they shouldn't see each other again until they're twenty."

They married young in the Vinkus, and it just so happened, Elphaba Thropp was going to marry Prince Fiyero Tigular, her best friend.

"All you have to do is close your eyes and say 'I do.'" Her mother told her. Elphaba blinked at Melena, who was bulging, about to give birth to her third child.

"I do?" Elphaba asked. "I do what?"

A sudden pain jolting at Melena, her mother said, "Just shut up and say I do."

"I do!" Elphaba cheered.

"Not now, little frog!" Melena had to laugh at that. "When the Cow up there starts talking." And she walked Her daughter down the aisle, but Elphaba couldn't see a thing. Looking around for the cow, Elphaba stopped when her mother stopped and said "Momma! I can't see the Cow!" Melena hissed for her to be quiet, and she heard a familiar voice, but still couldn't see.

"Daddy, where am I? Why am I wearing this blindfold?" It sounded a lot like her friend, but she couldn't be sure. Before she could find out, Melena slapped the girl's wandering hand down.

"Ow!" She squealed, but the Cow had stopped talking.

Simultaneously, Elphaba and the voice realized this and said "I do!"

Elphaba heard a lot of "awwww's" as someone grabbed her hand and a confused one grabbed the other and lead her out the chapel.

She later found out she was married on that day, but couldn't figure out who. She hadn't seen Fiyero in a long time, nearly eleven years. Looking down at her brother, who was as immature as ever imagined, she asked "Did you get married when you were seven?"

"Gross!" Her brother, Shell, scowled and stuck out his tongue. "Girls are stupid."

Elphaba smiled a bit at his childish assumptions and pondered the thought again. It had taken up a lot of her life to figure out the case, but she still didn't have any suspects. Until...

"Look at Momma's photo." Shell muttered, seeming to miss the mother he never knew. "You've seen it I bet. Since you ask about little kids getting married all the time."

"Give me that!" Elphaba snatched the photo up and looked at it. There she was in her little white dress. The groom was.... quite the cute kid. He had rosey cheeks and a small pout on his face, as he looked around aimlessly wearing his blindfold. There was her mother, Melena, behind her. Behind the boy was a tall muscular man that must have been the father. A very familiar diamond pattern was on his face. In the blue "washable" marker that doesn't come off for a day. It was worn, but she recognized it as her scribbly little girl drawing. "Shell, do you know who that is?" Elphaba felt suddenly happier. She knew who it was, though she wasn't necessarily glad she got married. At least now she knew.

Shell studied the picture. "A little girl?"

"No, behind the girl."

"A lady?"

"That's our Momma, Shell." Elphaba exclaimed.

"Momma? Really? She's... FAT!" The boy smiled comically.

"She was pregnant." Elphaba rolled her eyes. "With you. And look there's Nessa!"

"She could WALK?" Elphaba nodded swiftly. "Where are you?"

"Well... That's me."

"You were the bride? You seriously got married when you were seven?!?!" Shell couldn't believe it.

"That's enough family history for today. Goodnight, Shell." Elphaba kissed his head, which he rubbed off, or at least attempted to rub it off.

"Night, Elphaba."

But Elphaba would not be getting any sleep. She was running away.