Ahh, just a really short thingy I did. Yup. It takes place right before or at the beginning of the Opal Deception.
I don't own Arty, just so you know.
Artemis Fowl stared glumly out the limousine window. This was something he had been doing often, and it was beginning to worry Butler, his loyal—err, butler. Artemis had claimed it was just a small case of pubescent angst and he would recover soon enough.
As if the great Artemis Fowl would ever 'angst'.
No, Artemis was thinking. He had a great deal of new problems to deal with, all which seemed to have appeared once he left childhood; and part of him wished he could just go back to being a regular child criminal mastermind. However, Artemis could never pass up a challenge, and these seemed to pose quite a proficient one.
The first problem was this newfound conscience of his. It seemed to bug him at the worst of times, usually in the middle of a con or crime. His mother also seemed to awaken it easily whenever she called. Quite frankly, the thing must be immortal, as Artemis had tried to banish it from his mind with many forms of meditation. Nothing had worked.
The second problem was a hang-up he had on a certain younger sister of Butler's. One glance from Juliet's big, heavily mascara-coated eyes completely reduced him to nothing more than a puddle of unidentifiable goo. Needless to say, she usually got what she wanted from him, whether it be ordering different wrestling channels from the cable company, or letting her—drive.
"Arty, please let me try out for the women's wrestling league in America? Please?"
Artemis smacked his forehead against the window. This would have been a good time to use the expression, "D'oh" if he hadn't been entirely too sophisticated.
Another problem was his academic life. He really had no desire for any sort of normal social life, not to mention his IQ alone was more than the all of teachers' put together. Really, school did nothing for him, and yet it was still required. And unlike most things he did, not having a proper schooling was a bit more difficult to pass by the law. Well, not to mention his mother's constant attempts for him to have a normal life involved schools. So, he was practically forced to do it anyways.
These and several other dilemmas were the reason that Artemis sat there, shooting looks of malice at cab drivers and unsuspecting pedestrians.
Little did he know, his problems were about to get worse.
--Owari
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