Seven months ago, Artemis Fowl had read an article about a boy in Japan who had completely, snapped. According to the story, the sixteen year old boy, Takeru Kikuchi, had went on a murdering rampage within his apartment complex, killing seventeen people, cutting them up into little pieces, and putting them in the fridge. He washed his hands, and went to his planned karaoke with his friends, as if the incident never happened. It wasn't until he had gotten home the next day, had he realized just what he had done, and turned himself over to the police. Al l of that, because he had been asked to clean the kitchen by his mother, after his siblings had made a mess.

At the time, Artemis shrugged the whole thing off, saying that Japanese society was very strict with very high standards, and it was wasn't a surprising occurrence for people to snap at the slightest annoyance. That added with somebody who may not be mentally stable, you had yourself a bad situation. He knew his brothers could be a pain sometimes, but he had never felt a single murderous feeling towards his baby siblings. Even during the worse part of his Atlantis Complex, he may have not trusted them, but he wasn't about to kill everybody because of it.

However, at that moment in time, Artemis Fowl finally understood the mentality behind Takeru Kikuchi's actions.

He could only glare at his two three year old baby brothers. They sat on the floor, each holding a frying pan and a wooden spoon, hitting them together as loud as they could while loudly chanting the phrase "One! Two! Three! Four! Artemis Simple-toon is scared of four!"

It wasn't the most clever chant in the world, but it was all Artemis could do not to pull out his hair in frustration. His Atlantis Complex hadn't completely away yet. Sure, he didn't think the universe was conspiring against him anymore, but he was still slightly paranoid about numbers, and if he got a hard enough shock, his alter ego, Orion, would rear his idiotic head. However, the disease was manageable. Dr. Argon had given him a list of daily mental exercises to help fight off the symptoms, and a couple of pills that would help sooth him.

Just to be sure, the doctor had also given Butler a set of tranquillizers to quell him, just to be safe.

The twin's chants were growing louder and it now changed into a "Four! Four! Four! Artemis is afraid of four!" Occasionally Myles, the more intellectual of the two, would say four in French, Spanish, sometimes even Russian. Beckett, on the other hand, was just satisfied at screaming "Four!" as loud as his little lungs would allow him.

Artemis was tempted to stick a fork in a toaster. Not to kill himself, but to let that idiot Orion deal with the toddlers.

No. There's no way Butler would let him do that, he realized, and began to rub his forehead.

This was definitely not his day.

He looked up at his bodyguard, who had been standing next to him through all of this. He seemed unfazed by the twins tactics.

"How can you do it?" Artemis asked him, purposefully using a sentence with five words. Yes, he wasn't supposed to, but the number five was one of the few things that gave him comfort, and he needed all he could get.

Butler chuckled at the statement.

"You never babysat Juliet at their age," he stated.

"Was she really that bad?" Artemis asked, another five word sentence. Butler gave him a faint grin, and had a troubled look in his eyes.

"I took her to an exorcist," he said bluntly, "The holy water had the opposite effect on her. She nearly bit the poor guy's pinky off."

He was beginning to wonder if the exorcism thing wasn't worth a try. On Beckett, at least. Myles was a follower, not that it made the situation any less irritating.

His parents just had to be having the business meeting in Carson City, Nevada. They were reluctant about leaving him alone in his condition, but it was a meeting they couldn't get out of, and so Artemis was stuck, in what he imagined hell would be like.

"Four! Four! Four…I peed!" Beckett suddenly yelled out, a huge smile upon the blond boy's face. Artemis let out a groan, and tapped his fingers five times, trying to calm down. A yellow stain appeared on Beckett's white pants, and left a spot on the even whiter carpet.

"Simple-toon," Myles muttered.

"I've got it," Butler said, sensing Artemis' further discomfort, "Why don't you take Myles to your room, and relax a bit. I can take care of Beckett

"Thank you," Artemis sighed in relief, walked over to Myles, taking the pan and spoon away from him with relatively little resistance. He grabbed the toddler's hand, and as quick as Myles could go, led him away from the room.

As they walked to his room, Artemis couldn't help but wonder if he had ever been that bad.

"Can Sophie come over?" Myles asked, randomly. Artemis was confused for a second. Who was this Sophie?

"Sophie?" Artemis asked, trying to think who Sophie was. Then it occurred to him. The twins had recently enrolled in a preschool. Sophie was probably a friend from school.

"Urm, not at the moment," Artemis answered. The last thing he wanted, was to have yet another toddler, who wanted to annoy him as much as possible.

"Okay," Myles said, not sounding very disappointed. Artemis smiled. Myles was, out of the two, the most reasonable. If something didn't go his way, he never complained. He accepted it, and moved on with his life, unlike Beckett, who would take his revenge until things went his way.

Artemis stopped at the door. Something didn't feel right. He couldn't explain it, but something suddenly felt out of place.

'It's the Atlantis Complex kicking in,' Artemis told himself, and took a deep breath. There must have been a picture that was moved, or perhaps the window opened had closed itself when he was gone.

Artemis, though, soon found out that was not the case, for as he opened his bedroom door, he found a sight he was not expecting to see.

Laying on the floor, was a boy who looked to be about twelve. Curly blond hair, and pale skin, he was passed out on the floor. Once more, blood was trickling down from his head.

Artemis' eyes widened. That certainly wasn't supposed to be there.

It was then his eyes caught something. On the boy's clothing, there was a stick on name tag.

Hello, My Name Is…

Beckett

Artemis could only think of one thing to do.

"Butler!"

I've had lots of inspiration for the past few days, from many things. Most of them being Atlantis Complex, and a new found love for the Fowl Twins. I wanted to write a story where they are more involved, and so, Brothers was born.

I know I suck grammar wise. Even though I've looked over it a million times, I always miss the most obvious things, so if you could point something out, that would be fantastic, whether you review or not, I don't care. Sure, reviews are nice, but I'm just glad I've gotten this up.

In the beginning of the story, with the thing with the Japanese kid, I've heard a lot of stories lately about people in Japan who just snap, and have learned culture wise, it's a very high-standard do or die kind of place, and so the simple stresses in life (like siblings) can just cause people to snap. (For the record, Artemis will not go on a murderous rampage...)

Well, that's all I can really say. I'll try and get it updated very soon.

Jeanne