Artemis Fowl the
second had gone through quite the transformation over the past decade or so. No
longer had he acquainted himself with respected criminal organizations and
somewhat maniac CFOs for the sole purpose of everlasting gold. On the contrary,
Artemis felt he needn’t trouble himself with those insane enough to actually
strike a deal with him. He was far too busy silently plotting ways to save the
earth, and his days of robbing it from its valuables were now long behind him
(this being a major drastic change from his early years).
Artemis had to admit
that nowadays he was quite the relaxed man- a relaxed work-o-holic, that is. He
was going to marry the love of his life and live out a semi-normal existence. However, his criminal days weren’t completely
over, but instead they were used purely for the greater good, something Myles
could and would not comprehend for the life of him.
It was a rather
chilly day when Artemis was to be confronted, but Myles didn’t allow this mere
difficulty to mar his desires to have his sibling over for a brotherly visit...
Artemis sat
comfortably on his chair, his gaze never wavering from Myles’. It was cool and
collected, opposing that of his brother’s, which burned with grating irritation.
Artemis allowed a small smile to stretch his normally resigned face, and he drummed
his chin with his middle and index fingers to set
Myles off course. You’re not going to win, you know.
Myles scoffed,
staring back into his brother’s eyes with a sort of defiance that vaguely
resembled that of the demi-god Loki’s. “Yes.I.can,”
he mumbled quietly, his left eye slightly twitching. Artemis arched a dark
eyebrow, amused at his brother’s struggling (and unsuccessful) efforts at over
coming Artemis in his very own game.
“Myles, you’re
acting ridiculous.”
“No I’m not,”
Myles replied calmly, running a hand through his slightly mused dark hair. He then
sighed, looking warily at Artemis. “Two weeks ago, during father’s celebration,
you’ve entered my lab and played with things I’ve told you time and time again not to play with,” he began sharply,
reclining on his chair a bit.
Artemis’ already
arched eyebrow rose a fraction higher, willing his brother to continue.
“Somehow, you’ve gotten hold on the godiva chocolate truffles –Artemis’ eyes widened in innocent shock-,
which were tactfully hidden under the foot of my desk. Need I say more?”
Artemis’ smirk
widened, but he said nothing. Myles sniffed, rubbing his temples in an attempt
to sustain himself long enough to complete what he had stared. “Two weeks ago,
a fortnight, if you will, you’ve attempted to drug the chocolate, and have
succeeded. Do you have anything to add to this?”
Artemis slightly
tilted his head to the side, appearing to look thoughtful. “I have one
question,” he said finally, crossing his legs. Myles stared expectedly at him,
waiting for him to continue. “It’s been two weeks, a fortnight if you will –Myles scowled at this- and you’ve only
just discovered this now?”
Myles let out a
low groan. Getting up, he pointed a manicured finger at the door. “Out.”
Artemis grinned,
his eyes sparkling (which seemed to unnerve Myles to absolute no end) and shook
his head. “You know precisely why I’ve done it.”
“That doesn’t
help your case at all, Artemis. In all honesty I could be telling mother all
about this little incident, and then you wouldn’t have that blasted smile on
your face.”
Artemis raised both
his eyebrows, glancing momentarily at his brother before shifting his gaze to
one of the beakers on Myles’ table. “Oh really? And how, dear brother, are you going
to do that?”
Myles shrugged casually,
carefully avoiding his brother’s gaze. “That’s for me to know and for you to
figure out.”
Artemis snorted,
shaking his head. “Really, Myles? I’ve already disabled your computer’s
microphone...” Myles seemed unfazed by this, and had the nerve to pick out nonexistent
lint from his designer suit. “...Which struck me as useless... so your screens
are dysfunctional as well...” he continued, waiting for a reaction. Myles
yawned, elegantly covering his mouth. Artemis sighed, barely containing his
growing annoyance at his brother’s lopsided smile. “...Which is why that beaker
to your right is about to detonate in about... three... two...”
Myles whipped
his head towards the beaker, his face looking purely startled and unguarded. Covering
his head with two shaking hands, Myles lunged behind his desk, waiting for the
boom to course through his lab (this was surely going to disturb his lab
partner from his routinely afternoon nap).
He glued his
eyes shut, waiting for the explosion to ensue. All was silent for a few
seconds, and Myles was growing doubtful. He raised a cautious head, peering at
his lab through emergency goggles that he had stashed earlier under his desk.
His eyes widened.
Where was Artemis?
Myles felt a
sharp hand slap the back of his head, and he slowly turned around, dazed.
He grunted, half
annoyed at his brother, who was folding his arms in victory, half annoyed at
himself for falling for such an elementary prank.
“You idiot,”
Artemis mused, thoroughly enjoying himself. He lent a helpful hand at his
deranged brother, who growled, swatting it away. “Oh come now, Myles. Be a good
sport for once in your life and forget about the truffle incident. Honestly, if
it hadn’t been for me then the night between you and Emily would have never had
happened, and you would have been sitting here day dreaming about her like an overly
hormonal poet, writing silly ballads about her... hands.”
“Her hands,”
repeated Myles dryly, pushing himself off the ground. Artemis shrugged, making
his way towards the door. “Maggie doesn’t like her,” he said for no apparent
reason. Myles rolled his eyes at this. “Maggie doesn’t like anybody she doesn’t
know.”
“Very true, but
Emily’s reputation has been rather disappointing lately, don’t you agree?”
Myles said
nothing, and instead removed his goggles, wiping the lenses with a piece of
silk he retrieved from the corner of his desk.
“Myles-“
“Stop talking
about her,” he snapped, surprising himself at this sudden outburst.
It had been two
weeks since he had last spoken with her. It wasn’t pleasant at first, far from
it, in fact, but now it resided to being a dull ache throbbing constantly in
his stomach, especially whenever anyone mentioned her name.
She’s hardly ever fair to begin with, he had reasoned with himself time and
time again. And she certainly shouldn’t be occupying his mind like this. He
needed to get over this phase of his life and move on.
He needed to
move forward, and it was high time he started.
- left-foot-fowl
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It's edited- obviously. Blegh I should really start organizing my sleeping hours.. this is getting a bit annoying.
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