(re)LIVE
(re)LIVE
Name: re(live)
Ages:
Artemis: 15
Ame:15
Holly: who knows?
Butler: yet again, who knows?
Disclaimer: I do not Artemis Fowl or any of its series. If it were up to me, Minerva would have never EVER happened. Or dies a painful death.
Plans (For Something Unwanted)
Normally Artemis Fowl the II would be enjoying breakfast of three pancakes and a Spanish omelet in the quite company of his family, but today his mother asked him,
"Arty dear, would you like a birthday party?"
He looked up from his newspaper, slightly disinterested, and asked blandly, "Now why would I want that for?"
Angeline Fowl traced circles with her finger on the table, "Well, I don't know… isn't this birthday supposed to be, special or something? Now what was it called… a sugar- honey-"
"-Sweet sixteen" Artemis helped her, not knowing where that phrase even came from in his mind.
His mother's face lit up, "Oh yes! That's what it was called! Oh, I'd love to plan a birthday party for you. The decorations, and the cake, it seems so much fun!"
The raven-haired boy looked down at his newspaper again and took a sip from his coffee.
Birthday parties were troublesome to him. Gossip ran faster, and arguments were made quicker among the chaos of a party. How they stand it, really? Being stuck in one tiny house with dozens of other bodies all chattering and spilling food all over place? Other than getting presents, which he could easily do for himself with a press of a button on speed dial to his bank account. There was also the added bonus of people rating your party, whoever made a horrible job of one was deemed unsociable to the rest of the teens.
The whole social ladder seemed even more ridiculous to him. It was like crabs in a bucket, they all scrambled to the top, to be the top, the one that would most likely be able to escape. Unknown to him, even though he was barely ever in school, he was at the top.
"No…" Artemis started, "Maybe once centuries ago, parties were actually meant to be for celebrating, not 'crab-crawling.' But I think it is highly unnecessary."
Artemis Fowl the I said his first sentence since the dispute between his son and wife began, "I personally think this is a great idea for Arty, I mean, you can't live under a rock forever. Bring your gal for your mum and me to see, eh?"
At this comment his son raised an eyebrow, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"What?" Sr. Fowl looked startled, "You do have the Fowl traits, what's holding them back?"
Artemis flipped to the stocks section of the newspaper to see if his stocks were doing well. (Of course they were) He spoke calmly, almost to the extent of boredom, "It isn't anything that is holding them back, it's because I am not looking for a 'gal' as you say. They're either as dumb as rock as or shyer than any other human alive."
"So you don't want a party?" Angeline bit her lip, looking upset, "And I was hoping so badly I could plan one for you…"
Artemis sighed, feeling his resolve weakening. There were only two women in the world that could make him feel guilty, it was none other than Holly and his mother. Whether it was Holly using her fist or his mother's heart wrenching saddened looks, they both seem to nail him hard in the gut.
"Fine, I think I could rearrange my schedule to fit a party in, Mother." He smiled slightly, his blue and brown eyes showed what he said was genuine, reassuring her.
When had Artemis Fowl become so soft? He had come from gold-greedy criminal mastermind to almost criminal mastermind of good. Then again, he had always had a soft spot for his parents.
The genius watched as his mother's face lit up, and she began babbling about plans happily to his father, who was equal in her excitement in his own way.
Artemis folded the paper neatly and rose from his seat. Handing the newspaper to a maid, "Well, I must get going to the pothole of all boredom called 'school.'"
He put on a black over coat and walked towards the garage. Butler appeared and gave him a punch on his shoulder, "Hey, you taking the BMW today? Or am I driving?"
Artemis didn't even bother to rub his arm. Ever since the Aztec monument and goblin incident, he was true to his word. He now excelled in even fitness, not looking too buff but lean. Lean, but strong.
The boy sighed, "I prefer to you driving."
"Why? Not as good at driving as you thought? Maybe you shouldn't have faked the license and took the lessons."
"No… I'm been able to drive since I was six."
Butler was curious, "Then what is it?"
"I was just driving to the bookstore to pick up my latest psychology book under my pseudonym-those annoying editors sometimes cut out whole chapters- I just got out of the driveway and into the main street when-" the prodigy stopped to rub his forehead from stress, "-hordes of girls seemingly came out of nowhere, chasing my car. It was inhuman, the way they were able to keep up with a car like that. I was forced to use a Camo-cloak Holly gave me as soon as I found a corner."
The bodyguard snorted. The story was almost laughable, but he stopped short, "Wait, how did Holly know you needed one?"
"That's what baffles me the most."
"Jamie Alexander"
"here"
"Nick Gwedith"
"Yo"
"Sam Herald- and for God's sake Nick, please say 'present' instead of 'yoe' or whatever you kids say these days!"
The teacher then sighed, and looked at the last name on the attendance list. He always loved to call out Artemis Fowl's name. Such a prestigious young man! Why, when he graduates, the school could put "Artemis Fowl the II graduated from here" under their name, and children from all over the world will be flocking here.
In a proud booming voice (which several teens rolled their eyes at) he called out, "Artemis Fowl!"
"Present, Mr. McBurney" Artemis replied in a slightly annoyed tone. He had almost completed the formula to the fifth element when the teacher interrupted his thoughts and might as well have thrown them into the wind.
The professor smiled, "Now that we have finished attendance, we have a new student this semester, all the way from Japan, Ame Shiku."
A few Asian boys took particular interest as they craned there heads to look at the newcomer, and the gossip girls had already taken interest with not even seen face of the Japanese transfer.
There was a light rap on the classroom door and McBurney motioned her in. Hesitated foot steps echoed on the floor, and a mane of jet black hair and a set of black eyes peeked from the doorway before entirely coming in. She stood awkwardly in front of the class, her feet pointed inwards at each other, like they were searching for reassurance on the unfamiliar ground.
"Konbanwa, Shiku-san." The teacher rasped in a thick, Irish accent. He then bowed so low he could have toppled over.
Ame's eyes widened and she giggled, but quickly put her hand over her mouth in apology.
Mr. McBurney wore a puzzled expression on his face, "Did I say something wrong…?"
The girl quickly shook her head no, but a sudden voice rang out.
"Incorrect."
All eyes fell on Artemis Fowl. The girls in the back squealed. He looked upwards at his mentally lesser teacher. The people would just have to wait for the revolutionary fifth element. Right now he saw an opening to publicly ridicule the poor man.
"W-what did I say…?" the teacher's face grew hot.
Artemis smirked, "You said konbanwa meaning good evening. You must have mistaken it as Ohayou Gozaimasu meaning good morning. Bowing was also unnecessary. Japan is as modern as us these days. Lastly, I believe that she can speak fluent English."
McBurney's face grew another shade of red, "I… I was told that this girl was a Japanese transfer!"
"Yes… but Artemis Fowl is correct. I can speak fluent English."
All eyes turned from McBurney's tomato face to the suddenly English capable. The gossip girls giggled. This was a pot of gold on the end of a rainbow for them, what wouldn't they say to their friends during lunch period!
Artemis smiled and pointed at her, "There's my proof of her fluency, Mr. McBurney. Now could you stop standing there like an idiot? Time is ticking and lunch period will start in fifteen minutes."
Ame's introduction began after Artemis' complaint, "I had wanted to say from the start, my name is Ame." She looked at the disbelieving faces of the students, "…Yes, I am Japanese, but I lived in the United States for the first seven years of my life before moving back to Japan. I have never been in Ireland before, so I am so excited to be here!" She then smiled widely at the class.
To an untrained ear, her voice sounded purely happy, simple, just entertained by the thought of being in a new school. To Artemis' trained ear, it seemed… off.
The teacher was still reduced to a babbling idiot.
"I suppose I will need to take the teacher's place as for now… you probably need a desk…" the black haired boy pointed somewhere near his seat. Most students tend to try to avoid the boy genius.
She looked slightly uncertain, but then she pointed at the desk on the far left of him, "Is that one good?"
Artemis waved his hand again, "Sure, all seats here are empty."
Ame sat in her Artemis-assigned desk and pulled back her black hair. Smiling lightly, she began to pull out her textbooks from her backpack.
The teacher finally regained his composure for the last five minutes of class. The five minutes were uneventful, in a strained voice, McBurney told the class to read chapter two in the history textbook.
The class filed out as soon as the bell rang; some were eager to get away from the intense atmosphere Artemis had put into the room, others were hungry or wanted to share the astounding news.
As soon as Artemis walked out the door Butler joined him and handed him a silver plate of food brought from Paris. Fairy transports came in handy easily.
While Artemis walked outside with his lunch, Butler continuously checked his watch nervously, until it annoyed the boy, "What is it?"
"Well uh..." Butler looked sheepish, "Juliet wanted me to come with her to a premiere of this action flick she's been waiting for, I told her I might not be able to go-"
"No matter." Artemis interrupted him, "Go if you wish. I'll be safe here, the only danger I might encounter here is boredom and stupidity."
Butler snickered. He heard from some girls walking by what had happened earlier. His face became serious again, "Are you sure it's okay?"
"Absolutely fine."
The bodyguard smiled, "Thanks."
"Anytime, old friend."
After a wonderfully made lunch, a silent ring vibrated near Artemis' ear. He put his finger to his lips, leaned forward on the bench, and muttered quietly, "Holly, what brings you to interrupt my education?"
The pretty fairy on the other end snorted, "Nice try, Mud Boy, it's lunch time for you, actually, you just finished a pretty nice looking fish there. Did Butler take the low-way again?"
The genius made his voice utterly confused, "I have no idea what you're talking about, there's not low-way or high-way into France that quickly."
"Gotcha," Holly Short winked on the other end, even thought one was there to see, "Never said it came from France."
"You got me there." The boy had to admit, smiling, "It was a very interesting morning."
"I saw," the red head laughed
"You saw now, a breach in my privacy!" he sounded mockingly indignant
Holly smiled a smug smile, "Mud boy you have given us lots of problems, we're not letting go on you just because you saved a few of us."
"An entire demon race." He reminded her.
"We're not gonna let go, that's that. Anyways…That teacher stood there all bug eyed for quite awhile. How sad, he must've studied his lines for hours."
"Or days, depending on how you look at his intellect."
"So Artemis Fowl saves the Damsel in Distress from an idiotic evil magician."
"I didn't do that do save a girl, Holly, it was just all too easy to mock McBurney" Artemis corrected her.
Holly leaned back in her chair, "Right, don't lie to me that you didn't do that just for all of your glory."
"I nearly found the fifth element this morning."
The fairy smiled. He changed the subject on her! Whatever, she thought, I'll just go along with it for now.
"Need some clues, Mud boy?"
"Certainly not," the boy sounded angry, "I can handle this perfectly fine."
"I'll give you a hint to the seventh one if you want it later."
That pricked Artemis a bit, "Now Holly, I-"
"Stop," she muttered, "You've got company."
He halted quickly and put his finger down; a shadow loomed over his head. The shadow was not too tall, most likely shorter than him, and was not hostile.
Normally, he sat outside because it was easier to talk without being seen, especially since this was still early spring, where most students preferred to eat inside.
"Talking to your finger, Artemis?" someone said sarcastically behind him.
He turned his head slightly and saw the new transfer. The genius put a welcoming smile on his face and replied, "Hello."
She laughed, "Never knew geniuses had finger talking syndrome."
"Never knew that sweet Japanese girls had split personalities." He said under his breath.
"What?" she looked confused.
He smirked, "Your mask is slipping. Your last comment was laced with sarcasm. Quite unlike the shy girl I saw in the classroom earlier this morning"
Her face turned abruptly blank, then a bit less gentle. She threw her hands up and sighed, "Yeah. You got me. Who would've thunk? I dunno… guess it's because you're a genius or something."
She was in a strange way…interesting, "Of course I would have found out sooner or later, but before I diagnose you are truly insane, you could explain why you put up that front."
The girl put her right index finger oh her chin and propped her elbow with her left arm. She pondered quietly for a moment, and answered, "Hm… I think it's because when I'm with strangers or teachers, I try to make a good impression. I know I don't have to be sickenly sweet, but it sorta… happens. Kinda grosses me out too"
Artemis nodded his head, "A possible reason, how do you feel about that?" There was a trace of mocking in his tone.
Ame caught on quickly her face became demonic, "You're not a shrink I payed for okay?! I'm not that insane!"
"You shouldn't be diagnosed with split personalities, more like insane mood swings." His eyebrow twitched.
She fumed a bit, her back facing him, grumbling, "I really shouldn't come over, jeez, this guy is nuts."
"You wanted to see me, why?" he looked curious.
Her face became demonic again, "You were eavesdropping on me?!"
Artemis was slightly confused, her moods moved as swiftly as the wind.
"No... you were quite loud, I heard your entire internal conversation." He said slowly, trying not to upset her again.
Realization swam over her face looking angry she exclaimed. "Gah!" holding her face in her hands, "I was talking to myself again!"
"Erm… you said you came to see me… why?"
Ame regained her composure slightly and turned to him, "Ah… well…" she fumbled for her words a bit, "I just ah… wanted to say thank you for what you did earlier. I seriously… would've, uh, maybe ended up speaking Japanese for the rest of the class… I don't have what you do in standing up to teachers."
He looked down, "It's a bit of an annoying habit, really…"
Her face suddenly became demanding "I just wanted to uh, thank you. Here's a rice ball." She pulled a triangular shaped rice mold out of her pocket and shoved it awkwardly at him.
Artemis took and it smiled, "Thank you, but I've tried these before, they're quite interesting-"
"Just take it, will you?!" she snapped at him, then quickly closed her mouth
Almost afraid that she might snap, he took it uncertainly, a strained silence fell upon them.
She stood awkwardly, trying to avoid looking at his pale face. "Well uh…" she started, "I gotta go, I'll see you later." She turned, walking away.
"Yes, later." Artemis said to her retreating figure, going down the walkway and back into the school building.
He looked at the rice ball in his hands, it was still warm. Afraid she might pop out of nowhere, and demand him to eat it once again, Artemis took a bite. Not bad, really. He thought.
It was sort of… good…
Thank you for reading! PLEASE leave a review. And to all that really think Ame's a Mary-sue PLEASE bear with me and keep reading. You'll understand her if you just KEEP READING. She's not a mary-sue, and you'll get to know her more!
