Welcome to my newest multi-chaptered fic. It is not only my newest, but I actually have the next five and a half chapters written! This is a first... normally I write a chapter, post, and hope for the best. So I will be updating about every two weeks or something like that. So, here is my birthday party-favor thing or whatever to all of you! (PS- I didn't get Wicked for my birthday, as much as I begged and pleaded. So I still don't own it.)

One

The day that they first met was blurry in both their minds. Fiyero's because he had been up most of the night in the carriage with his mother, who had been busily instructing him on how he should behave and what was expected of him. Elphaba because she was simply too young to have much memory of it. But that day was the most important thing that had happened in their then-too-short lives. For they had gotten married that day. Elphaba had arrived, swathed in black and looking every inch a skinny green bean, as well as confused. Fiyero had taken one indignant look at her and turned to his mother.

"You want me to marry this thing?" he had demanded of his mother. At this, Elphaba had whirled on her father; her mood swings evident even at the tender age of five.

"I'm here to get married?" She had yelled in a voice that, had it been raised to a normal volume, would be low and slightly rough.

"Miss Elphaba! Do not shout." Her Nanny scolded her.

"Well of course, why else would I have dragged you halfway across Munchkinland with your abnormality on display for all to see?" her father hissed at her, shaking her arm slightly.

"I thought you were bringing me to the Emerald City." Elphaba said sullenly, having not yet learned that it was best to keep your hopes and dreams to yourself until they came to fruition.

"Bring you to–" Frexspar cut himself off, noticing the impatient look he was getting from the Queen of the Arjiki. "Shall we commence?" he asked, straightening up.

"We shall." The Queen said imperiously.

"Of course." The priest scurried forward, a scroll in his hands. "Now, you, Governor, and you, Miss…" he looked at Nanny for a name.

"She's Miss Elphaba. I'm just Nanny." She said, pursing her lips.

"Well, Nanny," the priest said, brushing over his momentary confusion. "If you and the Governor could sign here, stating that you, with both sound mind and body, give Elphaba Thropp, Third Eminent Thropp Descending, your charge, in marriage to Fiyero Tiggular, Prince of the Arjiki tribe?" the two adults signed where the priest pointed.

"And do you, Queen Khasra Tiggular of the Arjiki, in standing for both yourself and your husband, King Metab Tiggular of the Arjiki, agree to the same?" The Queen took the pen from Frexspar and signed.

"Now, time for the children to sign." The priest said, obviously wanting to leave quickly. Fiyero signed quickly, in agreement with the priest's unspoken plea. He wanted to sleep and eat, although not necessarily in that order. Elphaba, however, was not so compromising.

"I don't want to." She said, glaring at the parchment as if it had done her some great personal wrong.

"You will." Frexspar growled.

"Won't." Elphaba summoned up all her petulance her five-year old body had.

"Miss Elphaba, just sign it. It won't even really mean anything for some time now." Nanny tried to console the young girl.

"Won't." Elphaba repeated, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Look, just sign it, will you?" Fiyero burst out. "Some of us are hungry here."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Prince." Elphaba sneered to the best of her abilities.

"Elphaba Thropp, you will sign this if it the last thing I get you to do." Frexspar snarled, grabbing her little green hand and forcing the quill into it. He brought the parchment down to her level and guided her hand along the line.

"There." He said, throwing her hand down, causing her to stumble a bit. She glared at him and refused to cry.

"Thank you, both parties." The priest rolled up his signed scroll and scurried away.

"Nanny, feed the little Prince and Elphaba." Frexspar ordered. "Queen Khasra and I will discuss the logistics." With a slight bow, Nanny towed the five-year old girl and nine-year-old boy away as Frexspar and the Queen sat down to talk.

~Thirteen years later~

"I can't believe you got us kicked out of another school." Elphaba hissed at Fiyero.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Fiyero said, pushing her away from him a bit. "I did not get 'us' kicked out. I got me kicked out. And could you speak quietly. Your goose-speak is annoying my head."

"I will scream all I want, your Princliness." Elphaba whacked his 'poor, tender head'.

"Ouch! No need for that!" He said, opening his eyes enough to glare at her.

"No need? Dammitt, Tiggular, don't you realize that wherever you go, I have to go as well? At least in the same vicinity."

"Yeah, I realize that." He said, closing his eyes again. "What I wouldn't give for that to not be true."

"Shut up. I hate having to agree with you." Elphaba crossed her arms and settled for glaring at the wall of the carriage until they reached Lamay Ko, where the King and Queen lived.

"Fiyero. Elphaba." The Queen said. "Welcome home. Fiyero, your father is waiting for you. Elphaba, there's soup in the kitchen."

"Thank you, your majesty." Elphaba gave a small curtsy. She was, indeed, glad, that she was not subjected to her husband getting yelled at again. As much fun as it was to hear someone else berating him, it grew wearing after a while. After a while, her reluctant husband came down the steps and grabbed a piece of bread and her almost empty bowl.

"Oh, yes, of course you can have my food, O loving husband." Elphaba said sarcastically. He nodded at her, smirking at her ire.

"We're going to a place called Shiz next." He told her. "We can leave anytime in the next month."

"I'll leave tomorrow." Elphaba said, standing up.

"No, you won't."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to leave tomorrow, I want to leave at the end of the month." Fiyero said, grabbing her arm.

"We can leave at different times, my Prince." Elphaba glared right back at him and wrenched her arm away.

"Besides, we have to fill the quota for the month."

"Fuck the quota!" Elphaba yelled at him.

"Look, I enjoy it just as much as you do–" Fiyero started, standing up.

"Yeah, right, that's why you ejaculate each time!" Elphaba yelled back.

"We have to make an heir!"

"Not now!"

"Yes now!' Fiyero pinned Elphaba against the wall, panting heavily.

"Fuck you." Elphaba hissed at him, feeling his hands start to crawl up her skirt.

"That's pretty much what I plan on doing." Fiyero growled, sounding almost animalistic.

Elphaba tried to suppress her growing desire, but to no avail. It was like this every month for their single bout of sex that was demanded of them by the wedding contract. They had been married in that respect since she was fourteen and he eighteen. But, without fail, that one time a month would find Elphaba feeling tight and wet in her nether regions, no matter what state Fiyero came onto her in. Most times he was stinking drunk. He had been their first two years, without fail. She had been stinking drunk the second year as well, until the King and Queen ordered their servants to dispose of all the alcohol in Kiamo Ko, the house of the Prince and Princess. It had been a rough month for the both of them.

"There." Elphaba spat at him after he let drop from the wall. "The quota has been filled. Go to your whores for the rest of the month." She straightened her skirts and swept out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

The next morning, she left in a small carriage for Shiz.

"I'll see you in a month or so." Fiyero said, waving her away.

"Yeah. Whatever."

A/N: So, what do you think? Please leave a review telling me!