Chapter 9

A/N thank you gagakid, Elphaba'sGirl, musicgal3, LittleMissDelirious, Wickedly Hope Panacake and Elphablover101 for the reviews!

Gagakid – slow burn? Things will be a bit faster from now on and then we will have drama! Thank you so much for taking the time to review…. I love receiving reviews!

Elphaba's Girl – ah… the dating thing… not in this chapter :P

Musicgal3 – oh, your fiyeraba request make me crack my head for some time… hope you are happy with this chapter!

LittleMissDelirious – oh, I love that part about the voodoo doll, it's SO Avaric :P I wish I can plagiarise the whole thing into one of my fics but I can't seem to be able to fit it anywhere. (chants) update-your-fic-update-your-fic-update-your-fic.

Wickedly Hope Panacake, thank you for catching up! And your review for 4 weeks! =)

Elphabalover101 – sorry for the confusing summary. I change my summary as the story progresses, so…. =) I hope you have read beyond chapter 1! =)

And lots of thanks to the following people for their support and encouragement for Sight : LittleMissDelirious, Fae the Queen, woodland59, ElphabasKilljoy124, Charming SUV Angel, LucifierOfTheSouthPole, Vix Bettison. You have no idea how much how your reviews/follows/favourites mean to me. Sight is definitely not your typical fiyeraba but I am really glad that I wrote it.

And here's confessions time. I have finished the draft for Prince Café, but there are some parts that I am not happy with and I may spend some time changing them. That, plus certain things that is happening in real life, may mean that updates may be slow. In the event that I decide to drop this fic, I will post the draft for the remaining chapters so that you (the readers) know the ending that I have planned for this story, but let's hope that I can complete it, even if it takes a longer time. I have also cut down my visits to ff net, so please try to understand if I am no longer reviewing your works.


A cake with blueberry filling will always taste wonderful (unless you are really bad in following instructions during baking).

To prepare the cake, mix the flour, baking powder, salt and baking soda together. In another bowl, add in melted butter and sugar and whisk till fluff. Combine the two mixtures together and add in milk and lemon juice slowly. Pour the batter into the pan and bake in an oven. Place it on a rack to cool when the cake was done.

For the filing, add blueberries, water, sugar, cornstarch and lemon juice in a pot. Bring the contents to boil and stir constantly until the blueberries are cooked and the mixture is thick. Remove the pot from the stove and set it aside to cool.

Cut the cake into two layers. Spread one layer of blueberries filling on the top of one piece and top with the other piece. You can now unleash your creativity by adding cream or frosting to the entire cake or to decorate it with dark chocolate cookies, fruits or even mini marshmallows.


"Elphie! You won't believe it!"

Elphaba looked up and saw Galinda running into the café. Fiyero followed closely behind, an embarrass look on his face.

"What happened? There was a surprise test and Fiyero got full marks?" she deadpanned.

"Oh come on, Elphie, you know that he will ace in any test since you are tutoring him. The thing is, it will be his birthday soon, one week before Nessa's! He will be twenty-one in one week's time!" The tiny Gillikinese clenched her fists and squealed.

The green girl gave the table one final wipe and then looked at the prince.

"I thought you told me you are twenty-one."

He turned one shade redder.

Galinda did not seem to notice and continued.

"We need to celebrate, Elphie. A super-duper-super-whooper twenty-first birthday party! Let's celebrate it at Ozdust's!" she clapped her hands together and then put a hand on her hip and looked at Elphaba critically. "You need a new dress, Elphie. None of your three dresses is suitable."

Elphaba groaned.

Fiyero requested for a small celebration, hoping that Elphaba would agree to go with them. She refused, insisted that she had to man the café.

"Why don't we have it here?" Boq suggested. Fiyero's face lit up. Smart Boq, he thought.

"No alcohol is allowed on campus." She reminded them.

That swayed the decision rather quickly.

Galinda extended the invitation to Nessa.

"Can I?" she asked her sister. "I have never been to a ballroom before."

"You have never shaved your hair bald either. Will you like to try that?" the elder sister suggested.

"Touché," Boq winced as Nessa's hands went to her hair protectively.

"You can come along if you are worried, Fae." Fiyero tried his luck.

She shook her head.

"We'll take turns to take care of her, Elphie. We promise." Galinda came to the rescue.

"And we'll bring her home before midnight," Boq added.

"Fabala pleaseeeeeee."


Friday night.

Ozdust's Ballroom was packed.

Galinda, with all her cleverness, did not have to plan a party. All she had to do was to spread the news that the Arjiki prince was celebrating his birthday there with his close friends and the rumour mill of the student population did the rest.

The place was packed with students from Shiz. The girls were all dressed up in their prettiest dancing dresses and matching heels, their hair brushed until they shone and held with glittering pins. Their earrings sparkled under the dim light as they bent their heads closer to their friends as they shared a joke, and their bracelets reflected the light when their male companions twirled them around during a dance. The guys were smartly dressed, not a hair out of place. A few of them fidgeted underneath their overly-starched collar. Some of them stepped on their own foot during dancing.

Fiyero staggered back to their table after waving goodbye to his latest dance partner, a girl from one of his classes. It was a great birthday party. He had countless people wishing him happy birthday and was toasted by many more. Dozens of girls had kissed him happy birthday and he had danced with more girls that he could count. He was over stimulated, exhausted and slightly tipsy.

Galinda was at the table with Nessarose. As promised, they took turns to keep the wheelchair bound girl company while the rest went out to the dance floor. Fiyero, being the birthday boy, was exempted from this duty. To make up for that, he and Boq had brought her to the dance floor and 'danced' with her, sending the girl into fits of laughter as they pushed her wheelchair up and down the dance floor and spun her wheelchair round and round until she had to ask them to stop.

"Having fun, birthday boy?" Galinda asked when he reclined on one of the couches and down his drink.

"Absolutely," he replied with a grin. He tilted his head backwards and looked at the dance floor upside down. The band was playing a slow number and he could see Boq and Milla dancing together in the crowd. The couple's face were close together, their nose touching. Milla's arms were wrapped around Boq's neck and he had his arms around her waist. They swayed slowly, making a slow turn, and Boq tilted his face and kissed his girlfriend. Milla's hands moved from Boq's neck to his hair and the two stopped dancing as they deepened their kiss, lost in their own world. Fiyero turned back, the smile gone from his face.

"What's with that expression?" Nessa asked as she drank her fruit juice.

"What?"

"That look. You are thinking of Fabala, aren't you?"

Fiyero dropped his jaw and he looked at Galinda, pretty sure that she was the one who had let the cat out of the bag. But the blonde looked just as surprised as he was. Nessarose laughed at the expressions on both their faces.

"Oh my goodness, Scarecrow. You really think that I didn't know? I see the way you look at her every day!"

Galinda tried to hide her smile behind a gloved hand.

Fiyero sat up. He wanted to say something, but nothing came out of his mouth.

"You want to know if she likes you." He nodded his head. "That's for me to know and you to find out."

Fiyero groaned.

"Hey, you are not going to sit there and wait for her to tell you, are you? You are talking about Fabala. She is so used to keeping things to herself."

"So what am I supposed to do?"

"The scandalicious prince asking me for advice?" Nessa teased. "I can only tell you that she is not the typical girl that you date. Your usual tricks will not work, but maybe I can give you some tips." She paused and took a long sip from her drink, and Fiyero wished that she would not do that.

Just then, Milla and Boq came back from the dance floor. They were both smiling, the glow of happiness on their faces as they looked at each other, their fingers intertwined. Fiyero sank lower onto his seat.

Galinda looked at her watch.

"Sweet Lurline, look at the time! We'd better hurry if we want to be back before midnight. I don't want you guys to turn into lizards or mice."

"You won't be spared," Boq told her.

"Elphie will never do anything bad to me," Galinda replied confidently.

They reached Shiz campus with ample time to spare and the guys walked Galinda back to her room. Boq and Milla went back to his room while Fiyero and Nessa made their way across the campus to Green Café.

"Nessa, so what tips were you talking about just now?" he asked as he pushed her wheelchair along one of the many corridors.

The girl was silent for a while, and Fiyero wondered if she remembered their conversation. She answered before he could remind her.

"She may look strong, but I think she needs someone to support her, emotionally that is. And she won't let me be that person. She won't let down her guard and show anyone her vulnerability. She does not open up to anyone so easily, and frankly speaking, you don't have a good reputation. As a matter of fact, your reputation is so bad that, if I am a parent, I will not let you near my daughter. But I have been observing you, Scarecrow, and if you are not in love with her, you are very close to it. And you have been supporting her in your own way. You should tell her. She can be quite dense sometimes. She grew up believing that no one loved her. I won't be surprised if she think that I don't love her."

"Do you?" He was curious.

"Of course I do!" Nessarose was indignant. "I know what everyone thinks. That I am staying with her because I need someone to take care of me. Yes, I need someone to take care of me, but that does not mean that I do not love her. I will stay with her even if I can walk. We were separated for a few years when we were younger, and frankly speaking, those were the most miserable years of my life."

Fiyero kept quiet as he turned the information in his head.

The lights were still on when they reached the café. Elphaba was moving from table to table, pushing in the chairs.

"We're back!" Nessarose announced loudly. "I have so much fun Fabala! It's a pity you are not there." She gave the prince a nudge.

"Errmm.. yes," was all he could say, and Nessarose rolled her eyes as she rolled her wheelchair towards the staircase.

"Nessa, are you hungry? I have some cake."

The younger girl shook her head. "Not me. I'm full, and I am sleepy. Maybe Scarecrow will like some?"

"Ermmm, yes," was all he could say. He could feel Nessa rolling her eyes behind him as the mechanics brought her wheelchair upstairs with the familiar whirling sound.

Elphaba went back to the kitchen and brought out a cake, and Fiyero realised that it was not any leftover. It was a whole cake, albeit a very small, exquisite one, smaller than the size of his palm. There were cream on the side, and broken pieces of mini dark chocolate cookies on top. Stuck on the cake was a single candle.

She cleared her throat and confessed.

"I thought that I should bake a cake for you since I couldn't go for your birthday celebration."

Elphaba lit the candle, and Fiyero looked at her expectantly as she sat down opposite him, his eyebrow raised.

It was a while before she realised what he was waiting for.

"No," she laughed softly as she shook her head. "I am not going to sing a birthday song. I can't sing."

Fiyero pretended to be disappointed and then smiled to let her knew that he was joking. He made a wish and blew out the candle before Elphaba cut the cake. Fiyero saw the rich blueberry filling in the middle of the cake and his stomach growled.

"Have I ever told you that I love blueberries?" he asked as he accepted a slice of cake from her.

"You could have," Elphaba admitted as she put another slice on her own plate.

"I think this is the best cake that I have ever eaten," he declared after he had finished his first piece, his plate ready for a second serving. Elphaba smiled.

"You should teach me how to bake one of these days," he suggested. "Then I can bake something for you."

"And burn down my kitchen?"

"I won't," he promised.

"So did you have a great time?" She changed the topic.

"You should have come. You'll have fun too, I'm sure."

She shook her head. "I cannot close the café as and when I like. I have my customers to answer to."

"You'll never close it for me?"

"Not for you." A pause. "So I guess you enjoy yourself?"

He told her what happened during the party. How he danced with different girls, consumed lots of alcohol and, of course, Nessarose's first time on the dance floor.

"And I bet there are many girls who kissed you tonight. I can see all the different color lipsticks." She pointed out a few spots on his cheeks and collar. Fiyero hastily grabbed a serviette and rubbed on his face as she laughed at his discomfort.

"Thank you for taking care of Nessa, Fiyero."

She smiled at him as he flushed, and she brought the plates to the kitchen.

Fiyero leaned against the opposite wall as she washed the dishes.

He took a deep breath.

"You know… there is this person… this girl…. I really wish that she could go to my birthday party, but she didn't." He spoke to the back to her head.

"Really? What happen? You forgot to invite her?" she asked.

"I did, but she couldn't make it."

"I'm sure she has her reason for missing your party," she said as she placed the clean plates on one of the racks. He followed her out of the kitchen.

"Yes, she did," he replied softly.

"There you have it. She missed it because she had something on, not because she did not care that it is your birthday," she told him as they made their way upstairs.

They walked to her room and she was about to wish him goodnight when he interrupted her.

"Fae..."

"Yes?"

"Do you know what did I wish for just now?" he asked.

"Passing your grades without any tutoring?"

"A birthday kiss," he told her as he placed a hand on the wall next to her head, blocking her way to her room. She looked at him, her palms pressed against the wall. Fiyero could not read her expression, but he moved his hand and caressed her cheek with his knuckles. She simply stood there, her eyes not leaving his.

"I can knee you," she suggested after a while, her voice soft.

But he had drunk abit too much, and the alcohol made him groggy one moment and bold the next.

Fiyero did not reply, but simply looked at her a while longer before he tilted her chin with his finger and lowered his face. At the last moment, Elphaba ducked under his outstretched arm and he kissed the wall instead.

"Lucky wall," she quipped.

Before the prince could react, she gave him a quick peck on his cheek.

"Happy birthday, Fiyero," she said softly. "And goodnight." And she escaped into her room.