Disclaimer:
Unfortunately, I do not own Artemis Fowl, or any of the characters mentioned within that book. They are property of Eoin Colfer. This fanfic is made for the mere entertainment for the readers [who may be interested, if ever] and the author [who seriously needs an outlet]. So please, don't sue me n.n;;v
Author's note/s:
Okay, 2nd chapter… and unfortunately my nephew's beside me as I type. But at least he cannot read. I hope. XD
Anyway, this is the start of the more OOC parts. I guess. I'm not sure. X3
The idea of adding the fairies baffles me. So, I'm doing a little poll. About adding the fairies to the fic or not…
If I wouldn't, this fic would be somewhat boring;
If I would, then it will be hard to think for a nice 'entrance' for the fairies.
So, what do you think? Please tell me through your reviews… thanks.
I usually think of myself as a lame writer, especially that I don't seem to have a climax in my writings.
But I'll try to add one. Just give me time for more twisted ideas to sink in… hopefully. XD;;
So this AN would be pretty short, and so is this chapter… sorry… n.n;;
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Artemis Fowl diaries: The Unusual Visitor
A diary-fanfic by Meira Kurosaki-Ishtar
Chapter 2: Sleep Deprivation.
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An excerpt from Artemis Fowl's diary, disk 3 (encrypted)
For some strange reason, I don't feel like doing anything worthwhile. As I write, I am still lying upon my bed, temporarily enjoying the silence of my surroundings. Right now, it is 5:00 am, and fortunately my nephew is still asleep.
I admit that most of the time I seem to have little sleep, but after all the
efforts I have done, they give me satisfaction – if the result is fruitful, of
course. After all, successful attempts can take away one's fatigue; especially
if you're a… aah… almost had myself carried away there. These documents may be
amusing to read, but I cannot be too sure. Besides, if you have noticed in my
previous entries, I have a job of my own, and I shall leave it for you to guess
what it is. If you have enough brains, I mean.
Setting that aside, I have come to realize that I feel fatigue more often, ever since my nephew came along. More so, I never felt satisfaction out of my 'missions', but in the first place, I cannot initiate them since I have to stay at home or do the things that that school wants me to do. I cannot figure out why the authorities in my school have been so full of panic every time I'm around. Yet, I cannot blame them. An intellect such as mine has the right to be focused upon.
Ah, silence. Soothing indeed. That's what I appreciate with early mornings. At least, my nephew knows how to sleep at the right time.
I'm currently thinking of going out right now, and get some fresh air or some relaxation. More so, I want to execute my schemes, which were forever postponed (because of my nephew's actions). It's still a bit early though. Honestly, it's quite difficult to do my plans since both of my parents are around. They wish to be a normal family. Including me. After everything that happened, they wanted to reclaim my so-called childhood. Yet, I am still hesitating. I strongly believe, up to now, that crime is the only way forward for the Fowls; perhaps the only way.
Certainly, time could pass by so fast. Days have passed, and I am running short of patience. I wish to do these plans. Now. Yet, there are many factors which seem to restrain me from doing so. I wish to get rid of it, temporarily or permanently. If only I could.
The sunlight is starting to pass through the curtains of my room. And I am quite sure that he – this… this… imbecile – would wake up anytime; causing "chaos" as soon as he gets up. So before that, I must obtain enough rest for the day ahead, which I believe will be filled with physically-tiring and senseless activities with my nephew.
So, again, I am ending this entry. Short as it may be, but I really have to regenerate my lost energy. After all, there is not much to do.
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TBC (if I will have enough ideas/time/energy… yawns sleepily)