Just to give everyone a fair warning, I have nothing else written so far, so it may be weeks or months before I update this story again. But then *toss toss* if you guys gave me the proper encouragement through REVIEWS, I might get inspired and write faster. Who knows...
Also, if this chapter seems weird, it's because half of it was written several months ago, and the other half was written like, yesterday, haha. One-shots will still be updated as regularly as possible, and TaTA will probably only be updated once I get another threat from my best friend who has the best pen-name on all of FF, vinkunwildflowerqueen. That's right. She's awesome. =)
Just moments after Elphaba had spoken, Madame Morrible came stomping onto the green, doing her best to disperse the crowd of staring students. Fiyero looked at Elphaba, eyes wide with hurt and regret, but Elphaba swiftly turned on her heel and marched back to her dorm, tears begging to fall the entire time.
Fiyero, however, was practically glued to spot he was standing in.
What in Oz just happened?
Fiyero had barely any time to register what was being said during the fight at the time, but now that he was replaying it in his head, he realized just how over-the-line he'd been acting. But then, Elphaba wasn't completely innocent either.
But it didn't really matter whose fault it was now, because Elphaba was pissed at him. This had definitely not been on his list of 'How to Get Elphaba to Go out with Me.' In fact, it was actually on the list of 'How to Get Elphaba to Wish I Was Dead.'
And then the idea struck him.
Immediately, he set off toward his dorm room. This was a job that would require some help, and who better for him to get help from than a Munchkin with nothing better to do?
"Boq!" he called to his roommate as he closed the door. There was Boq, sitting on his bed, reading a Life Science text book.
"What?" he mumbled into the hand he was leaning on.
"I'm gonna commit suicide!" Fiyero exclaimed happily, falling onto his bed.
"Have you seen Fiyero today?" Elphaba asked Galinda at lunch on Monday. They were eating lunch in the dining hall that day, and since Boq and Nessa were off at a different table with another group of friends, it was just Elphaba and Galinda.
"No, I haven't," Galinda replied. "But I heard you two had quite some fight last night."
Elphaba could tell that Galinda was trying to act nonchalant about the whole ordeal, but was failing miserably.
"Yeah, I said something… I really shouldn't have said, and I've been looking for him to apologize," Elphaba confessed.
"What did you say to him?" Galinda asked, slightly concerned that her friend might just be looking for a reason to blame herself.
"I…" Elphaba hesitated. "Um, I'd really rather not say until he's forgiven me, if you don't mind."
Galinda pouted briefly, but quickly changed the topic of their conversation to her new white shoes.
"Do you think I'm wicked?" Elphaba suddenly asked, interrupting Galinda's rant about the difference between white and crystal.
"Excuse me?" Galinda gasped.
"Am I wicked person?" Elphaba repeated, with a serious look on her face.
"Elphie, that's absurd!" Galinda stated, tossing her chin up slightly. "You're the most giving person I know… besides myself, of course. What would possibly make you think that you're wicked?"
"Nothing," Elphaba said quickly, "I just-"
"Was it something Fiyero said?" Galinda interrupted. Elphaba sighed.
"Yeah, yeah, it was," she admitted. Galinda gaped at her.
"He called you wicked?" she exclaimed.
"More or less," Elphaba muttered, trying to not care, but not succeeding.
"Ooo, I'm gonna slap the white pants of that boy!" Galinda shouted, standing up.
"No, Galinda, don't. I'm serious. It's fine."
Galinda gave her a worried look, but said nothing else on the matter.
The week went by more slowly than Elphaba thought possible. It was now Friday afternoon, and there was still no sign of Fiyero. Galinda had eventually worked up the courage to inform Madame Morrible of his absence earlier that morning and there were now police officers searching the grounds for the Vinkun prince.
"What if they don't find him?" Galinda voiced her worries aloud to Elphaba in the dining hall that afternoon. "What if he's hurt? What if he's de-"
"Don't say that, Galinda!" Elphaba snapped. "I'm sure that he's just fine."
Elphaba couldn't bear the thought of something seriously disastrous happening to Fiyero… How would she apologize for yelling at him; for wishing that he was dead?
The words had slipped out by accident, of course. Elphaba could never really wish death upon someone, no matter how much it seemed they were asking for it. And no matter how heartless and cold she seemed, Elphaba genuinely cared about most people. Even before she and Galinda had become friends, Elphaba found it near impossible to hate Galinda as much as she claimed, simply because she was incapable of pure loathing.
And while Fiyero may've deserved a good slap to the face or punch in the stomach, what she'd said was over the line, and she wouldn't deny it.
As Elphaba walked down hallway, away from the dining hall, she saw Boq sitting on a bench with his head in a book. Perhaps he had some inkling of an idea of where Fiyero could be; he was his roommate after all.
"Boq!" she called to him, slightly quickening her pace towards him.
Boq looked up, and he saw the green girl pacing toward him. Uh oh, here come the questions again, he groaned internally.
"Have you-" Elphaba began to ask.
"I'm gonna tell you the same thing I told the cops. Fiyero came back to the room Sunday night, moped around, did some homework, and then left at one in the morning," Boq interrupted, rolling his eyes. Elphaba sighed.
"Are you sure he didn't say anything?" she asked. He shook his head.
"Yeah, but I don't think he's gotten too far-"
"It's been almost a week and the police still haven't found him. Something bad has happened, I can feel it."
"Excuse me," an officer said as he stepped up beside Elphaba, "you were Prince Tiggular's roommate right?" Elphaba's eyes widened noticeably as she looked from Boq to the man.
"Were? As in was? As in the past?" she questioned quickly, on the verge of hyperventilating.
"Could you give us a moment, ma'am?" the officer politely requested. He tried to subtly step in front of her to speak to Boq, but Elphaba didn't move.
"Where's Fiyero? Did you find him? Is he alright?"
"I'm sorry, did you know the Prince?" he asked, a bit irritated.
"Yes, I do," Elphaba said before she could stop herself, "he's my fiancé."
"His what?" Boq exclaimed, jumping a little as his voice cracks. He and Elphaba glared at each other for a few seconds before silently turning back to the baffled officer.
"Anything you have to say to him, you can say to me," Elphaba decided, ignoring the fact that she was never actually his fiancé… or girlfriend… or friend, for that matter.
"I'm sorry, I'm under strict orders," the man apologizes. Elphaba glares at him now, and although he looked uncomfortable, she knew he wouldn't budge on this.
"I'll come by your room later, Elphaba," Boq promised softly before she trudged off to her dorm room, not bothering to glance back.
It was twenty minutes. They waited for twenty minutes. Twenty minutes before Boq came to her room and sat beside her on her bed with Galinda on her pink bed across the room. Boq's eyes were red, which instantly cause Galinda to begin hyperventilating, and Elphaba to become emotionless for the time being.
"They um, they found Fiyero clothes in the Suicide Canal earlier today; they were um," Boq told them, his voice cracking on every four words or so, "they were all that they found…"
"So, they're gonna keep looking, right?" Galinda asked quietly, tears already pouring out of her eyes. "I mean, maybe Fifi is just running around naked or something… as a joke."
Boq shook his head. Elphaba's eyes filled with tears when she realized what had happened. This was all her fault. This was all her fault. This was all her damn fault. All her-
"Galinda… Fiyero's been gone for over a week," Boq said sadly, burying his face in his hands. Galinda let out a loud sob, running to Elphaba, who was crying as well, and hugging her at tightly as possible.
"They think Fiyero's committed suicide."
Also, if you haven't checked it out yet *shameless plug* please please please please PLEAASSEE go read Time and Time Again *and* if you like blonde teenage boys who like to bake bread and strangle girls (or you've read Mockingjay), go read Ice in July. Okay, enough with the plugs.
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