Haven't posted in a while, sorry :( Meh, 6 reviews, that was nice :) Haha, didn't plan on posting today..but I have to wear my new boots in since show season starts the 19th and wearing those durned things is one of the things on my very long to-do list. So, to get the knees bended, I'm sitting :). To Warren Ramsey: I didn't even know what angst was, (sounds stupid, I know) until I looked it up in the dictionary. Soo I'm not doing it intentionally. I'm just a cynic

Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it's probably not mine.

So he was dead. Thank Oz. I had been waiting for the old man to die for years now, so I could take the title that was rightfully mine. Ah, I had thought of the possibility of killing him, but I was not crazy about the idea of soiling my hands.

Oz was better off without him anyways. I smirked at his pale body. Disgusting, revolting, nauseating. Words could not describe how disgusted I was by just the sight of him. I was almost as disgusted by him as I was his daughter.

I made my way over to the old oak desk of the Wizard's. Bills for Oz's Congress lay scattered across the dusty surface. What? I picked up a piece of paper that looked as if it had been clutched in the hands of its reader one too many times. It was a bill proposing to lift the Animal Banns. I laughed and tore it half, balling the two strips up and throwing them into the fire. I then cleared off the desk, by pushing all of the papers off. I was not Elphaba's father, and I was not going to go easy on her. It was time to start planning her own personal purgatory.

I lightly ran one of my bony fingers over Tale's forehead. She giggled and grabbed for my finger, catching it in her tiny fist. I laughed and picked her up, swinging her through the air. She giggled again and grabbed at my hair. "No, we don't grab hair. It doesn't feel good," she looked sad for a moment, like she understood.

I kissed her forehead and ran my fingers through her soft black hair. I sighed. She had my hair. I wanted her to take on all of Fiyero's traits, none of mine. Once again, though, chromosomes had screwed up, although not as terribly this time.

"Guess who," Fiyero wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck.

"Hello, Yero, how are you?"

"How'd you know it was me?" He asked, walking in front of me.

I shook my head, "You are ridiculous, Fiyero. How old are you again?"

He glowered, fakely, "So, how is Little Miss Li?" He smoothed a piece of hair out of my face and rested his hand lightly on Tale's back.

"Good."

"I suppose she got more sleep than we did last night," he said, when Tale turned around and reached her arms out, signaling that she wanted Fiyero. She kicked my breasts, and I held her out to Fiyero.

I crossed my arms over my chest. "Shut up,"

"I'm not going to say another word about it. Except, how did you do that thing wit-?"

I punched him softly in the arm and he groaned in fake agony. "You stubborn nincompoop!"

"You better not hit me again," he said, laughing, "I'm holding Oz's next great leader."

I sat down in the old rocking char by the window. "You think so?"

"With you as her mother-"

"Don't finish that sentence. I'm an aberration of nature."

"Fae-Fae, I really hate when you talk that way about yourself. Not only are you degrading to yourself, but you are degrading to me, as well."

"I really hate when you call me Fae-Fae," I said dryly.

"You hate everything," He relented when I narrowed my eyes at him. "Fine, Elphaba, you'll have to give me an approved list of names from which I can choose."

"Elphaba, Fabala, Elphie, Fae. Not a mixture of the four," I said when he smiled and began to open his mouth.

"Fine, you are so damn picky."

"Good job, Fiyero, you put our daughter to sleep."

He looked down at Tale, "So I did, so I did. You think it's normal for a baby to sleep this much?"

I snorted. "How should I know? I barely remember Nessa being born. Ask Glinda."

"I hardly think Glinda researched that far. I was amazed that she researched as far as she did."

I shrugged, "Glinda's not as stupid as you think she is, Yero. She's actually quite smart, she just covers it up with..with her…"

"Bubbly-ness?"

"Yes, that's it." Fiyero laid Tale down in her crib and pulled an old blanket over her little body. "Do you think that blanket is too thin? It's starting to get cold."

"Since when do you worry about other people?"

I spoke slowly, choosing my words carefully, "Since I became a mother."

"I'm sorry, Elphie, it just-"

"Slipped out?"

"Yes. Is it weird that we're finishing each other's sentences?"

"I don't know. Let's ask Glinda and Emir."

"Breakfast!" came Glinda's sing-song voice.

Fiyero smilingly took my hand and led me downstairs.

"So, Glinda, where did you pick up the trademark of cooking?" asked Fiyero, as she dished food onto plates.

"Shiz-"

"Liar!" I cried, "Glinda, do you not remember the time you burnt cereal?"

"What?" Said Fiyero, cringing away as Glinda set a plate down in front of him.

"But, Elphie, don't you remember? It was good burnt cereal!"

"To you, maybe." Glinda set a plate in front me, as well, and I stared at the form of the 'food', "Glinda, may I ask what the hell this?"

"Just eat it!"

"It's panook, isn't it?"

"Elphaba Thropp," she cried, "let the panook go! It is not panook, you cynic."

I saw Fiyero's eyes widen as he forced his fork into the food. "Find anything edible, Yero?"

"Not yet, try as hard as I might," he moved the food around with his fork and then set it down. "I'm full."

I laughed inwardly at him.

"Oh, Fiyero, you haven't eaten anything yet."

"Because he's not a suicidal maniac."

She looked thoughtful for a moment, "You'd really like it then, Elphie."

"Flattering. I'd like to see you try it."

"Fine, I will," She dug her fork into her plate, closed her eyes, and popped the little delicacy into her mouth. Her smirk immediately changed to a cringe. "EW!" She got up and ran around the kitchen, searching a napkin. She found none and ended up having to swallow it.

"Haha."

"Was Glinda just dancing?"

I turned around and faced Emir, "No, she attempted to eat her own cooking."

He bit his lip. "That bad?"

"Oh yea, and that's putting it lightly."

"You're horrid," muttered Glinda.

"I know," I smiled.

"So, what's for breakfast, Elphie?" Asked Fiyero.

I made a fist at him, "Pig."

He raised his hands, "I'm sorry! I'm hungry!"

"You're always hungry."

"Oh, come off it, Elphie," said Glinda, smirking. "Don't pretend you hate him, we heard you two last night."

I hugged myself, self-consciously, "Leave me alone."

"Were we that loud?" Asked Fiyero, not oblivious to my self-consciousness, just ignoring it.

I swatted him playfully. Fiyero caught my arm and pulled me onto his lap, his arms around my waist and his head on my shoulder. "Again I ask, what's for breakfast?"

I sighed and leaned my head onto his, "We'll eat you if you don't shut-up."

"Ohh, dirty."

Glinda smirked again, hiding a smile. "I guess I'll take Elphie with me to Kabem, if I have to. They supposedly have very good markets."

"If you have to? You make it sound like I want to go with you."

She made a face at me.

I laughed at her, "What was that?"

"It's called an emotion other than austere and cheerless."

"Austere and cheerless are pretty much the same thing, Glin."

"Whatever," she waved me off. "Go get changed and we'll go."

I stood and curtsied, "Yes, your majesty."

Within half an hour, Glinda and I were off to Kabem, in search of food. "You know, Glinda, that we won't be back in time for breakfast."

"Whatever! We'll need food at lunch too!"

"Food is for weaklings."

"Well," she said, "I'm a very empty weakling."

"I'm sorry," I said as sincerely as I could.

"No you're not."

"You're right, I'm not."

We walked the rest off the way to Kabem bickering (it was only a three mile walk), and we made it quite delayed due to our frequent pausing.

"Welcome to Kabem," I read, on a sign near the entrance of the little city.

Glinda and I walked to the center of the city before we were stopped. A crowd of people, some happy, some sad (mostly happy, though) were gathered in front of a man on a platform.

"Silence!" He called into the crowd.

"I wonder wh-"

I put a finger to her, my eyes not leaving the man. "Shh."

"Good Friends, Good Neighbors," He called when everyone was silent. "I have some very good news! The reign of the Wizard has ended!"

I heard laughs and gasps throughout the crowd. "What happened?" I heard one woman shout.

"He was assassinated. We do not know the culprit as of yet, however. We are still working on that information, although it may never be known."

The man stepped off the platform and the crowd slowly dissipated. I, however, stood in shock. He was dead. He was really and truly dead. I felt fire raging inside of me, someone had killed him! And it hadn't been me! I balled my fists up.

"Elphaba, you're trembling," whispered Glinda.

"Glinda, grab your food and let's go home."

"Elphie-ba, what's wrong?"

"Don't call me, Elphie-ba, Fiyero. I am not in the mood for silly name-calling."

"Okay, I'm sorry. He sat beside and tried to take my hands, but I sat on them. He sighed. "You can tell me, Elphaba."

"Someone killed my bastard father. And it wasn't me. I wanted to strangle him with my own hands!"

"Elphaba, you're turning white. Calm down." He gently brushed his fingers down the side of my face, comforting me somehow. I pressed myself into his chest.

"I'm horrible."

"Why do you say that?"

"I should be grateful he's dead..Instead I'm spiting the person."

"That is a little..harsh," He pressed his face to my hair. "You're not the only one who hated him, you know."

"I know, but I hated him the most."

Fiyero took my head in his hands and turned me to face him, "Yes you did, my little spiteful lover," he pushed a stray strand of hair past my ear. "I don't tell you this nearly enough, but I love you."

"Yero," I said, smiling, "You told me this morning."

"I know."

I heard a cry from downstairs, a Glinda cry. A terrified cry.

"Glinda! Are you okay?" I cried, running out into the hallway. I stopped at Glinda's side. Her mouth was covered by her hand. "Glinda, what-" She pointed, and I slowly averted my eyes.

Sahlah stood in the doorway, covered in blood.

Short and sucky. Yea well, my friend is coming over and we're going to the barn and then we're going to watch RENT.

Also, I made the MALKY fanlisting. Go to http/ assissted-suicide. starcrush. net (take out the spaces). PLease join, the layout took a zillion hours...

Meh, gotta go, luv ya, bye! (REVIEW!)

Li