Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction coming from my imagination using brilliant characters I love but unfortunately do not own… unless the actual books or mangas count…
Hello everyone! My name is Emiri-sama and this is a new story that came to mind as I was reading my little brothers to bed with Artemis Fowl Just after having read some Detective Conan with a Kid heist inside. I hope you like the idea.
I would like to warn you though that magic and fairy will intervene so I beg you not to look for rational explanations to the story unless you consider magic to be rational.
SO HERE GOES NOTHING! …
A Duel of Thieves
Chapter one: How the stories came together.
Dublin, Ireland
Artemis Fowl was lounging in the couch of his living room, listening to the constant banter of his twin siblings. Though he had been very moved when, a few years previously, Butler had announced that he was a big brother; he was not appreciating his new role as baby sitter at all.
He had been restless lately. Something was missing from his life. Being a genius was just plain boring, he missed being a criminal master mind, the thrill of a job well done, the joy of having accomplished exactly what people thought impossible... The only problem was that now, because of his magic that made him part fairy, he could not enter a private human dwelling uninvited. And that was where all the good stuff was. He could not even benefit from his new powers. Sure, his life span had probably increased, he could turn almost invisible, could persuade anyone of anything, could heal injuries and speak most languages, but what good did it do him when he was trapped in pointless business meetings with his now strait father.
He was planning something big. Something he had not attempted since the demon incident. A new dabble into the magical world.
He had had his eye on a beautiful gem recently. It did not go against his newfound morals to steel it as it had been stolen from the king of France when his possessions had been confiscated during the revolution. There was no wrong in steeling a something that was not rightfully theirs.
He had done a bit of research and had found that the next person to exhibit the jewel would be Jérôme Lamarte, a retired French businessman now living with his new 30-year-old Japanese wife, Kinomara Sika, in the Beïka district of Tokyo.
This was not any jewel however.
A legend stated that immortality could be obtained by wearing it. Some say it was created for one of Zeus's lovers, the maid Cariape, by Hephaistos, the blacksmith god, but was cast away into the sea by a jealous Hera, not wanting the young mortal to be her rival for the God's attention for eons to come.
The Gem's name was…
PANDORA.
Ekoda High, Tokyo, Japan
Kuroba Kaito was not on a regular day one to be seen sitting down calmly in class at his assigned seat. Today however, something in the newspaper had caught his eye and had left him speechless. It was a picture of a necklace with a very peculiar gem with a light red sheen to it on it.
Could it be? The one he had been looking for? The reason his father had died? …
PANDORA?
This was the big one for sure. The one he would have to fight for. His door to finding his father's murderers and getting revenge.
'Ladies and gentlemen, the white ghost is about to make an appearance.' A smile crept on his lip. The smirk of the Kid he was.
He had to get ready for the reception, and the heist. Was his suit still at the dry cleaner's?
The Kudo residence, Beika district, still in Tokyo
An intrigued Edogawa Conan, aka Shinichi, was sorting through his mail. It was a weekly habit. There was less and less of it coming after the long months of absence.
An envelope with no stamp on it got his attention. It was a letter, no, an invitation from a neighbor to a party a week from then, where he would present a stunning piece of jewelry with a rich and mysterious past to a select few friends and neighbors.
There was also a special letter inside, handwritten this time, about the owner's concern for the safety of the jewel in question. He had the impression men and women dressed in black were following him and were after the gem. He asked to meet with the young detective as soon as possible.
At the mention of men in black in his neighborhood the boy's heart froze. Could the black organization have found him? Or had he found them first?
He was going to have to meet the Monsieur Lamarte about these men and ask if there could be a reason for them to be after the jewel, the
PANDORA…
Author's note:
Like it? Hate it? Should I keep going? Tell me what you think of the idea! Whatever you may think I would be glad to hear it!
(Forgive spelling mistakes and my grammar, I wrote this chapter late on a Monday night and French is my first language)
I'll try putting the next chapter up this coming week but the updates after that will be very spaced out. I have a lot of exams including the French Baccalaureate AND the SAT and SAT subject tests. Plus all the homework my crazy teachers keep piling on us.
Emiri-sama
