This is a small Artemis and Conan crossover I started I would appreciate it if you tell me rather or not to continue...
Disclaimer I do not own Artemis Fowl or detective Conan. If I did I would either be a really rich Irish dude wich I'm not or a really rich Japanese dud witch I'm also not.. Actually I'm not a dude at all! :D
Conan sighed and sat down in detective mouri's chair. He was bored. Professor Agasa and the detective boys had gone on another camping trip but this time he had decided not to go. Ran and sonoko had gone somewhere "private" knowing sonoko she had probably dragged ran to a party. Mouri kogoro had gone to see a horse race and Conan was alone. Ai was in Agasa hakasae's house but had told Conan with an evil glare to not even think about bothering her. Knowing her she was probably doing another experiment. He was just about to go play soccer in the park when the phone rang. "Artemis? Is that you? Opal koboi's broken out of prison again." said a petite voice. "she's coming for you. You know pixies they never forget a grudge." something exploded in the background. "Anyway haven is under attack she managed to rig twelve bombs all over the city. Such a showoff she announced it on the daily news. Artemis fowl?! Are you listening?" shouted the voice on the other line. "um, who is this?" asked Conan his head spinning. "d'arvit! Trouble kelp I'm going to strangle you! You dialed the wrong number!" she yelled at someone. Then switching from English to Japanese she said. "I'm sorry I must have the wrong number. Please forget what I said. We were just playing a prank on our friend." she said not convincing at all. But Conan knew better then to show her his knowledge. "no problem" he said in a childish voice. The women on the other line seemed satisfied at this. "thank you good bye." and with that she hung up. Conan's head was spinning. Pixies was that some sort of code? He thought. Opal koboi? Artemis fowl. Wait Artemis fowl? He knew he had heard that name somewhere. He searched the Internet and came up with a blank. But by hacking the online database he found what he wanted. Artemis fowl, Irish billionaire mastermind of crime. A child genius. He looked at the picture of a cold looking teenager. No humor was in his eyes. He's face was pale like a vampire and his eyes were icy blue. Artemis was smiling but somehow it looked sinister on his face.
So this is Artemis Fowl. He leaned back in his chair and thought. Number one) why were his records hidden. Number two) who was the women on the other line. The phone book! He quickly flipped through. If he was correct the number right next to Mouri detective agency and the most similar was Beika Hotel. ***-209-4568 ***-209-4567 it was off by one digit. Artemis Fowl was in Beika Hotel.