What the Voices Say
Morbid DramaQueen 10
This is my first fan fiction with chapters. I know, I promised to post the entire thing at once, but I'm having a slight writer's block on chapter five, so give me a break. Forgive me for making Artemis less brilliant than usual, but it's hard for me to express genius in a character.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Artemis Fowl, any characters in Artemis Fowl, etc. I also do not own the Arty-newspaper-ad idea in chapter five, that is Agivega's, from the fan fiction Artemis Fowl and the Aztec incident. It's a really good plot. You should read it. But not until you at least finish this chapter.
CLAIMERThe fraction of this that is not somebody's mentioned above is MINE. Not yours, not your relative's, not anyone's but mine. Please ask before you do anything involving it. And wait for an answer from moi. That is all I ask. For now. MDQ10
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Artemis Fowl did not like his tea late. Truthfully he did not like anything late. Who does? But late tea was something that caused him to be a bit… unpleasent.
Anyone would think a child prodigy would have learned some patience, but Artemis was no longer a child. He might be 23 years old, but has apparently not gained the gift of serenity. One flaw, you will later learn, that may or may not lead to his deep unhappiness. It shall be his own fault, of course, as most of these tribulations are.
So when Juliet was five minuets late with his Earl Gray, Artemis was a bit testy. He sat in the garden with Butler beside him cleaning a Sig Saur, something that gave the manservant tranquility.
"Where is Juliet?" Artemis asked in his usually concise voice. "It is nearly 4:06, and there is no beverage."
"She is in all probability tending to your parents, Artemis." The bodyguard answered in a calm, un-phased tone. He was use to Artemis's irritable manner when things did not to ship-shape to the schedule of the planned day. He had been this way for over a decade, and there was no use in advice or remarks, as the millionaire would ignore it. Besides, even if he did heed Butler's well-meant counsel, it was not as if he would stop instantly. It would take more remarks and more time, so there was no point in it.
"Eventually," Butler thought. "He'll come across someone whose suggestions do matter enough to assume."
The young man sighed. He sounded like a 12-year-old boy, not a 23 years old man. Disgraceful. "I'm sorry, Butler. My temper has been a bit short all week, but that is no excuse. I'm acting juvenile."
Butler nodded. Something had been eating at Master Fowl's tolerance lately. The young man had not yet discussed it with the old bodyguard, and Butler didn't dare ask. If Artemis needed help he would seek it. Even though Domovio and Artemis Fowl II were more than manservant and charge, on certain things they stayed on an employee-employer level. After all, Artemis did have a father now to answer such questions.
A few more seconds of silence passed and Artemis spoke up again, hesitating slightly. "It's…it's something Mother and Father spoke to me about last week."
He paused, not quiet sure how to phrase what his parents so bluntly explained to him 6 days ago. "They told me that now I am 23, and out of University I ought to consider…marriage."
This last word very quietly. "They understand finding 'the one'" He openly scoffed. "Can take year, with dating, the wedding planning, and then most people wait a few years…"
Now he appeared to be embarrassed. What ever had been bothering he was big, if Master Fowl was blushing. Good god, Butler though. He's brighter than a tomato.
"They want me to have a child. They told me with the time it takes to conceive, the waiting period, it might be a long time. And they wish to watch their grandchild grow up." If Butler though Artemis was red before it was nothing to now. He had never considered Master Artemis would be uncomfortable with taking about pregnancy. Science interested the millionaire, so the thought never occurred to him.
"Well?"
The manservant's head was spinning It seemed like only a night ago he was first posted outside Artemis's nursery door, a couple hours after his (Artemis's) birth. Now his charge was considering having children of this own.
"Artemis-" He hesitated. "Isn't it a bit… soon?"
The young man sighed. "Yes. But the radiation exposure Father had ten years ago shortened his life; even Holly couldn't fix that. They also feel I haven't dated much anyways, outside of Minerva, and I should start as soon as possible to find the 'right one'"
He visibly cringed.
"You are one of Europe's wealthiest families." Butler pointed out. "The list of gold diggers would go all the way to Newfoundland and have women…and men, too, of the very untasteful variety. You could be scammed. Genius you may be Artemis, but love is blind. And not in a good way."
"They took that into consideration. They're arranging me to meet only Europe's and America's richest and royal."
Butler himself shuddered this time. "What if she is not rich or royal?"
"Average, you mean?"
"Normal. Or of a higher IQ, but not genius."
"Normal?" Artemis mused. "Their exact words were 'We don't care who she is, Arty, as long as you are both happy.' It might be difficult to deal with a below 160 IQ, but I suppose I could manage. Avoiding her would not be difficult."
The manservant raised his eyebrows. "Stretching a bit, aren't you?"
Artemis shrugged. "It depends on how you look at it. Either way, I'm only going for one. It shouldn't be that complicated."
Domovio shook his bald head. For a genius Master Artemis could be so ludicrous. Finding a soul mate "not complicated"? The younger man was in for a big revelation.
"Ah. Tea's here."
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