A/N: Well I'm glad to see you didn't all have a fit at the Oliver/Kiyoshi thing. I wasn't going to add it, save making more work for myself, but I'm writing this for DPD, and she enjoys the pairing. I'm hoping this will be the last instalment of this Ark, why am I saying hope instead "this is" well because I'm writing this BEFORE I start the chapter and right now, am not sure how it'll end, only one way to find out.
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Chapter 10
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It had become commonplace for the group of four to go to breakfast together. Artemis had been pulled into it reluctantly a year back and the little tradition of sorts had settled into his routine before he realized.
The morning after the walk, Artemis was waiting outside of Oliver's room. Zack slouched beside him, yawning on occasion. Will was sitting on the floor, panicking over his unfinished homework. The last member of their group had yet to show his face. Oliver was always a late riser.
Artemis hated being late.
"For goodness sake, do we have to do this every morning." Said the genius darkly, pushing himself off of the wall and stalking over to Oliver's door, without a moments hesitation he turned the handle and went in, followed closely by Zack and Will, the red head trying to put away his unfinished homework.
"Oliver wake up, it's time for scho-…"
Zack, mind on breakfast, ran into Artemis as the Irish teenager stopped in the entrance arch to the bedrooms. He righted himself, hands on Artemis' squared shoulders.
"What's up muffin? Why'd you stop?"
The genius didn't answer, his small frame turning rigid under Zack's touch. The blond raised an eyebrow and looked over Artemis' head. Ah, Oliver was lying on his back, limbs spread out, snoring loudly; Kiyoshi was on his side, one arm thrown across Oliver's stomach. Zack let his dark eyes linger on the sight for a moment (He hated Kiyoshi, but that didn't mean he wasn't blind to the guys sexy looks.) before returning his gaze to Artemis, who stood so straight it looked as though his vertebrae had fused together.
"Artemis?" he questioned cautiously, he wasn't a fool, the smaller the person, the bigger the temper.
The grip on the genius' leather book bag tightened, the brown flap creaking in protest, before Artemis shook his head and entered the bedroom fully. The two boys who weren't asleep in eachothers arms, watched as the Irish prodigy picked up a heavy Maths A textbook, held it high above his head and let it drop to the wooden chest at the foot of Oliver's bed. The resounding crack of the impact made four of the five occupants of the room jump.
Oliver shot up into a sitting position, alarmed.
"I cleaned my room mu-…" he cut himself off when a pair of bright blue eyes settled on him, "Oh good morning peach."
A stony/uncomfortable silence followed this cheery greeting and Artemis' pretty eyes narrowed in a most menacing way.
"Good morning Oliver, it's time for school."
If Oliver weren't just waking up, he would have heard the threat of violence and torture beneath the sugary words, but he was, as stated before still half out of it and missed the meaning completely. Stumbling out of the bed, the boy lumbered off to the bathroom, shutting the door with a yawn, leaving Kiyoshi, who was still in the process of sitting up, to face Artemis on his own.
Artemis watched as the Japanese boy sat up, running his hands through chocolate locks, trying to rid himself of a bad case of "bed-head". Not yet realizing the danger he was in, he stretched, arms above his head when he felt the gaze of another on him and looked down. Brown eyes met blue and Kiyoshi found himself locked in Artemis' unforgiving stare. After a moment of being confused as to why he deserved such a glare, the previous night activities chose this moment to come back into his memory.
Oh shit.
"Artemis-…"
Artemis looked at him for a few uncomfortable moments, before turning on his heel and walking out of the room, only pausing to bark:
"Get up; we're going to be late."
Kiyoshi watched him go, defeated before looking over to a smirking blond, he eyes darkened, Zack's smirk widened.
"Hey there, have fun last night?" he asked mockingly.
Kiyoshi glared at him, wanting nothing more than to punch the smirk of the blonds face. Oliver chose this moment to emerge from the bathroom, violently rubbing his hair dry with a towel; he looked up, only just noticing the stony silence in the room, not to mention the air of promised pain and violence.
"What's with all the long faces?" he asked, oblivious.
Zack snorted, Will rolled his eyes and Artemis, who had entered the room again to hurry the dressing process, stiffened and glared at the dark skinned boy for his stupidity. Oliver continued to blink and Zack, having the most courage to dare talk in this situation, tutted and crossed his arms.
"You fucked the new boy last night, remember?"
Oliver paled, Artemis twitched and Kiyoshi quickly made his escape to the bathroom.
"So you did sleep with him." Stated the genius and Oliver, pinned to the spot by the jealous fury in the smaller boys forget-me-not blue eyes fidgeted nervously.
"Well… yeah, but I kind of like made him and… I dunno…"
"You 'dunno' what?" said Artemis darkly, taking a step towards Oliver who looked over at Zack desperately for back up or perhaps he just wanted to his best friend as a shield.
The blond nodded once in understanding of the silent plea and placed both hands on Artemis' shaking shoulders.
"Honey, you know what Oliver's like, sex on legs. He'll fuck anyone who offers their ass to him. Besides, it takes two to tango you know?"
Kiyoshi glared as he re-entered the bedroom, towelling his hair dry, Artemis glanced at him for a short moment, before looking away, off towards the door.
"Who Kiyoshi chooses to share his bed with is none of our business, now lets go to breakfast, I'm hungry."
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Breakfast was spent in almost complete silence, none of the boys having the nerve to speak with Artemis in such a morbid mood. However, just because they were too scared to talk, didn't mean they couldn't communicate. There was a war going on, a silent war spoken only in actions and various levels of glares.
Zack had slipped his arm possessively around Artemis' waist as they ate, the genius picking at his food as "lady-like" as possible without punching a hole through the china plate with his knife. Kiyoshi was seated on the Irish boys other side and was watching with veiled jealousy at the blonds bold actions.
Artemis smiled briefly at the blond boy, completely missing the Glares of Death his two romantic rivals were throwing eachother. Oliver watched the silent struggle for Artemis' affection in boredom. The mood was dark and angry; he'd never liked tension.
"Hey Kiyoshi, I have a question." Said boy looked up, dark eyes settling on Oliver's seat opposite the threesome. "Was I good in bed?"
Kiyoshi blushed darkly, Artemis almost dropped his fork and Zack coughed, trying in vain to hide his snort. Will raised his eyebrows and looked at the Japanese transfer in interest, best just to stay quite, and then Artemis would have no reason to hate him as well and the red head would be the one to comfort the genius in the end, as reward for not being a boastful asshole.
"I ah… well yes I suppose so, though I'm quite certain there are better." He glanced at Artemis for emphasis, pushing Zack's arm from around the petite genius' waist.
Oliver looked put out and Zack gave a disdainful snort.
"Whatever, everyone knows I'm better, right babe?" he turned hazel eyes on the genius.
Artemis gave a luke-warm noise of agreement, and neatly cut a square of pancakes from the small stack on his plate. Zack took this as a sign that he was indeed the Sex God of the school and put his arm back around the desired thin waist. The glaring competition picked up where it had left off.
Kiyoshi tore his eyes away from Zack, their glaring reaching a stalemate, to watch Artemis as the boy ate, ignoring everyone around him.
"Artemis, I'm sorry."
Four pairs of eyes looked up at the Japanese boy as he muttered the words quietly, his face downcast, and the stylishly messy bangs hiding his eyes. Artemis looked away, saying nothing; he honestly didn't know why he was this angry, Kiyoshi had done nothing so horrific after all. They weren't dating, so it wasn't as if he was cheating, but Artemis was so jealous, that it made him furious. However, it wasn't Kiyoshi's fault, though it hurt, to have someone seem so charming, their attraction for you so pure, then to have them sleep with a friend of yours. It hurt and far more than Artemis had thought, it might.
When Kiyoshi received no reply, not even in the negative, he tried again, almost desperate.
"I am! I'm so sorry; I never intended to hurt you… I only… well there is no excuse. I slept with Oliver and, no offence intended to him, I regret it."
Still no response and Kiyoshi backed down, knowing if he wanted forgiveness he'd have to wait until the genius had settled. He'd have to work for it.
"Don't apologize; there really is no need for it. I suppose our little encounter last night had you aroused, I won't lie to say it had the same effect on me. Zack and I had sex not long after I bid you goodnight."
Zack had the decency to blush, though it was pale and you could hardly see it on his tanned skin, Kiyoshi looked up, eyes locking with brilliant blue; such a beautiful blue. Artemis watched him levelly, his eyes not betraying the emotions behind them.
"If you are not angry with me, then I have no right to be mad at you."
Kiyoshi frowned.
"You do have a reason, I-…"
Artemis stood up, cutting the other boy off.
"That's enough, I forgive you Kiyoshi and now I don't want to hear anything more on the subject. Let's go to class."
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When Artemis stepped out of his last class for that day, Kiyoshi met him outside the classroom; arm outstretched an apologetic smile on his handsome face. Artemis watched him for a moment, before smiling a little and taking the offered arm. Stupid Kiyoshi and the effect he had on the genius.
"Are we going anywhere special?" asked Artemis as they exited the Science building. Kiyoshi grinned.
"The lake."
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Falling in love, Artemis had been told, was a sacred and unpredictable affair. Indeed, he had to agree, for after knowing Kiyoshi for a period of only two weeks, being out of the Japanese boys company caused him great distress for reasons unknown to him. It had taken Zack, Artemis' previous favourite, two years to charm the genius and yet Kiyoshi had done it the first five minutes of entering the Irish boy's life. He was funny, charming, good-looking, smart, and polite and knew when to draw the line on sexual activities. He could hold an intelligent conversation and above all, he respected Artemis and treated him as something other than a sexual toy.
Moreover, Artemis came to the frightening conclusion that he was falling for the other boy, or at least he thought he was, he had no other way of explaining it and oh God, he was falling in love.
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Kiyoshi looked at the thin screen of his laptop, staring with unfocused eyes at an email he had received not two minutes ago.
You need to come back to Japan ASAP, can't explain over the internet.
There had been no name or return email address, though Kiyoshi knew who it was and he was damning the man for his horrible timing. Just when things were becoming so good, something had come up to ruin it. He set his laptop aside and lay back on his bed, staring up at the light fixture as if it was the cause of all his problems. He wished it was, because then he could easily destroy it and get back to Artemis and what was important, but fuck this was important too, more so than his growing relationship with the Irish boy, because if he didn't take care of this soon then Artemis...
Kiyoshi realized everything as of late was Artemis centred, no matter what he was thinking about, it always came back to those blue eyes, so amazingly blue that it took his breath away. This wasn't supposed to happen, this powerful feeling of attachment towards the other boy. He came here for an entirely different reason, but still, as everything else nowadays, had something to do with Artemis.
Artemis Fowl, he'd come here to protect him and now he'd fallen in love. So suddenly, it happened, that Kiyoshi didn't have time to stop it, cut off ties with the genius before he got too attached, because he wasn't meant to stay here, but now that he'd… he couldn't leave, not now, not ever.
How did this happen.
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Artemis was lying on his bed, gazing at the ceiling when there was a soft knock at his bedroom door. He stood up, fixing his hair with thin fingers and opened the door. Kiyoshi stood on the threshold, face unreadable.
"Artemis, we need to talk, may I come in?"
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Ending Note: One more chapter, ONE more chapter and it's DONE, I SWARE! I have it all planned out, not well mind you, I'm hurrying this along because the whole Kiyoshi/Artemis thing is FAR too long and involved and complicated to stuff into a little side ark. Kiyoshi's true reason for coming to St Bart's will be revealed! (cue dramatic music)
Review please, if you're still interested. Flamer's, I'll warn you now, you fucking flame me and I'll make sure to do something about it. I'm 23 years old and can write whatever the hell I want to and no little teenager trash (no offence dear wonderful readers, nothing against teenagers, I wish I still was one… being an adult stinks…) is going to tell me what I can write and what I can't. You don't like gays? That's wonderful, great! I don't CARE! It hasn't stopped me before and it won't make any difference now. And DAMN it's freezing here… I'm shivering… not enough layers…