The Secret Life of St Bartbley Students
Summery: PWP chapter fic. What the title says. Also Artemis in a skirt and is the... coughschoolslutcough don't like, don't read. Simple ne? No Butler, sorry ppl. Just a whole lot of OC's but don't worry. None of them are girls. : P R&R!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Artemis. But that doesn't mean I'm going to give him back.
Pairings: Many.
Warning: SLASH. Lots and lots of SLASH. It's everywhere! Flamers should cover their virgin eyes, cross-dressing, OOCness. Cussing and my poor attempts at smut!
Rating: M
Authoress' Greeting: None of you seem to notice, but I always focus most of the attention on Zack. Oliver and Will have yet to have Artemis all to themselves, lol. And I'm afraid they're both going to have to wait a little longer. Sorry boys.
This chapter is not related to any of the others and might be classified as its own little "AU" of sorts, because the character here is only going to appear once and then leave the school. Never to be heard of again.
I don't own this OC. He (And the other one I will mention) belong to Demon Pale Darkness. She is letting me use them. Ask her if you don't believe me. P This chapter was inspired by the RPG she and I have going.
This is for her, a Christmas present. Kisses!!!
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Chapter 8: Kiyoshi Yamaguchi.
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Dear Artemis,
How are you doing? I'm fine and safe, if you're wondering. So stop worrying that pretty little head of yours. And stop scowling at the screen. You know you're pretty.
I apologize once again for leaving you so quickly. But I had something I needed to do back home in Japan that couldn't wait until term was over. You're angry with me I suppose. I can just see the pout. You wouldn't believe how much pain this is causing me to write. I miss you so much; I sometimes entertain the thought of ditching my business here and coming back to Ireland. But that would be foolish and I'm not a fool.
I hope you've been practicing your kicking. That's a silly thing of me to ask, of course you haven't been, and you showed enough loathing for anything sport related that I wouldn't put it past you to pop the soccer ball I gave you.
I miss you. This is what I say at least five times in my emails. But I do, and I want you to know as much as possible, just in case you think I don't. I miss your smile and your giggle. I miss your eyes and the sound of your voice, I miss your body and the way you move under me. And I miss your blush, which you're probably doing now. I love it, so cute.
Well, I need to go now. Luciano is yelling at me to get off the computer and get dressed. A meeting or something...
I love you, my sweet Irish Rose,
Kiyoshi
Artemis looked at the email for a few moments, cheeks blazing, before closing it and going back to his Inbox, scrolling through all the past emails of the week. More than half were from someone named Kiyoshi Yamaguchi; a Japanese boy who had transferred to St Bartbleys one week into the new school year.
Kiyoshi was handsome, very in fact. And he became quite popular the moment he walked into Homeroom, where he was introduced to his year. It was too bad though, that said popularity lasted only 7 minutes. There was one, only one reason for this.
Artemis Fowl the Second, Beautiful School Slut and Local Genius Extraordinaire.
Kiyoshi had been given the seat beside Artemis in the classroom and as soon as his backside hit the wooden chair, he'd turned to the genius and charmed him silly. Artemis had been blushing and stuttering all over the place.
It was something that didn't go by unnoticed by the rest of the class. Especially Zack and Oliver, who were prone to erupt into jealous anger at just about anything, Will wasn't as possessive.
Half the student body had slept with Artemis at least once. And all seemed to think that the genius was interested in only them. And Kiyoshi, this new boy, had stepped in on their turf. It didn't sit well with them, didn't sit well with them at all.
Kiyoshi was tall for his age and had the toned body of an athlete. Dark brown hair that fell around his lightly tanned skin in thick bangs and playful, dark eyes. A strong jaw line and semi deep voice that held the authority and vocabulary similar to that of Artemis made up the Japanese boy.
It was baffling to the students that "how do you do." and a smile could reduce their icy little princess to a shy, stuttering mess. It took months of flirting to get the genius to show even a hint of emotion. It had taken Zack three months too woo Artemis. It seemed impossible, yet Kiyoshi had done it, right there in the classroom. After Artemis had garbled his reply and introduced him self, Kiyoshi had tilted his head in a sort of bow and kissed the genius' hand. Rendering Artemis speechless and flushing hard.
The other boys were red too. Who the fuck kissed hands anymore? And if it did that to Artemis, why hadn't they thought of it sooner?
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The situation and one-sided rivalry between Kiyoshi and the rest of the school grew worse when PE rolled around. Now Artemis wasn't normally one to take such a subject (His mother signed him up against his will). It was boring and hard and he wasn't much into the whole exercise thing. Apart from the few he did every morning to keep his fabulous figure, but that was different. He didn't do his Pilates for fun; he did them so he wouldn't get fat. Exercise for fun was just something the genius couldn't get his head around.
I mean, who'd run half a mile and enjoy it?
And thus, he normally skipped out on the subject and pretended he was ill to the best of his ability. It normally worked too. But for once the PE teacher seemed set on forcing the boy to participate and paired him off with Kiyoshi of all people, for a half hours worth of soccer practice.
Artemis wasn't a happy genius. He hated sports and on top of that he was really bad at them. Anything that involved a ball or a track and he were as coordinated as a new born foal.
He couldn't kick the ball and he swore it moved every time he tried to. Some students had laughed the first time Artemis tried to kick the soccer ball to his partner. Like his beloved bodyguard, the young Fowl didn't take well to being laughed at and took a mental note to humiliate those who even smirked, later on, the PE teacher too.
Kiyoshi, who was extraordinarily gifted in this particular sport, go figure (Add another thing to the list of Why Everyone Hates Kiyoshi), seemed to find it funny as well and Artemis, putting aside his girlish attraction to the boy, was just about ready the throw the ball at him when the Japanese transfer took to chuckling at the genius when he failed, yet again, to kick the ball even an inch along the grass.
He offered to help Artemis. But the genius didn't like help and he was in a super bitchy mood, and refused the offer harshly. Kiyoshi seemed undeterred and walked over to the smaller boy with a 'tutting' sound and stood behind him, hands on Artemis's shoulders. It stopped the spitting and hissing the genius was making at once. Kiyoshi then leaned closer and whispered hotly into Artemis' ear,
"Let me show you."
He'd then dropped to his knees sliding his hands down the smooth slim calves; coming to a stop at Artemis' little ankles. He'd then taken one sneaker clad foot in his hands and guided it to the ball, making Artemis kick it a little.
"See, it's not so hard. Just take it slow, cuteness."
He'd smiled up at Artemis in a charming manner and climbed gracefully to his feet. Artemis had looked at him blankly, mouth hanging open in a small 'o', cheeks flaming. Quite the unflattering expression, one of which Kiyoshi seemed to find even more amusing than Artemis' failed attempts at kicking.
"If you don't close your moth, you're going to be having flies for lunch." He'd commented.
Artemis shut his mouth with a snap and glared.
"Well perhaps you should stop making fun of people." He said tartly.
"How am I doing that? I apologize for calling you cuteness, but-"
"No, laughing at me earlier."
Kiyoshi smiled.
"So... You don't mind me calling you cuteness?"
Artemis stared, blushing.
"Well... I... how dare-"
As if to make the situation worse for the pretty prodigy a sudden clap of thunder sounded overhead and the heavens opened up. It wasn't a surprise, the sky had been an angry grey/black all afternoon, but it wasn't welcome either. So Artemis had been humiliated, forced to do manual labor, aka PE, laughed at and now he was soaking wet.
What a horrible day.
The other boys didn't seem to share this dark view on the sudden down pour of ice cold water. Artemis' uniform had quickly been soaked and was now sticking; currently see through, to his slim body. His dark hair plastered to his pale face.
All of them gawking and making no move to help Artemis in his predicament. (1) The hormonal prats.
The genius shivered and was about to leave the field, because obviously no one was going to come over and help him, when the rain suddenly stopped. Well it hadn't stopped; it was still pissing down needles. (Not Artys phrasing) But it had stopped falling on Artemis.
How strange.
Artemis looked up to find a dark coat being held over his person. It was black and smelled faintly of spices. Kiyoshi was standing behind him, being the owner of the coat.
"We should get to the locker rooms before you catch a cold." He said and started to nudge Artemis towards the change rooms.
The genius made no complaint and allowed him self to be led into the locker room. Kiyoshi took the coat away once they where safe from the rain and ambled over to his duffel bag. Artemis watched him slip his wet shirt over his head and throw it carelessly on the bench, his toned muscles flexing with the movement.
"You should change before you get pneumonia." Said Kiyoshi over his shoulder, Artemis blushed deeply at being caught staring and turned to face a row of lockers. Kiyoshi smirked and shimmied out of his shorts.
Artemis struggled out of his wet clothes and shivered at the cool breeze that seemed a permanent fixture in the locker rooms. Artemis blamed the fact that the place had no doors and was open for all the cold Irish air to waft on through. He shivered again, then felt something warm and soft wrap around his shoulders and hot breath on the nape of his neck.
"Dry off. You're shivering." said a low voice by his ear.
Artemis froze up and Kiyoshi wrapped the towel tighter around the genius' slight frame. Pressing himself closer to the smaller body in front of him, he continued.
"Mmm, you're far too beautiful to get ill." With a little squeeze, he released the genius and stepped back.
Artemis pulled the towel around him.
"Th-thank you." He stammered. Not used to thanking people.
"No problem." Said Kiyoshi and walked out of the locker room fully dressed.
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Artemis was stationed at his dressing table, brushing his dark locks. It was 8:30pm and the genius was in an interesting mood. Kiyoshi still plagued his mind, but that wasn't the least of his problems. His dorm mate, and lover Zack O'Connell, was in a right mood as well. The genius had had to put up with the angry ranting about the new boy for half an hour while they did their homework and Artemis finally suggested they shag, just to shut him up.
He regretted even opening his mouth after the third round though. It seemed Zack was attention starved and miffed about Kiyoshi's effect on his little Artemis. Obviously thinking shagging the genius for three hours would make Artemis forget all about Yamaguchi. It worked for a while (Artemis did forgot about Kiyoshi, but he also forgot how to count and couldn't even remember his own name), Zack was very good at anything sexual after all. Apparently satisfied, when Artemis lay on the bed, motionless, the blond settled down and left the dorm to go meet some other students for something soccer related that Artemis didn't care the least about, and wasn't in the right state of mind to listen to Zack, when he explained where he was going.
As soon as he got his senses back, Artemis crawled into the shower to wash all the sex off him and had been interrupted by Oliver, who had let himself into the dorm, not two minutes after Artemis turned the taps on. The dark skinned boy too, was pissed off by Kiyoshi's very existence and proceeded to show Artemis just how deep his 'love' for him went. Artemis didn't think he'd had so much sex in his life.
After he'd bullied Oliver out of his room and locked the door after the boy, (He didn't want anymore uninvited guests with overactive sexual drives molesting him tonight.) he sat himself down on his padded stool and started brushing his hair.
It didn't have the calming effect his lap top did. After all, brushing ones hair with more vigour than was considered normal wasn't as enjoyable as destroying someone's finical life. But his lap top had a flat battery and he had misplaced its charger.
"Why does everything suck today" Snarked the genius to his reflection, it of course didn't answer. Silence filled the room as Artemis and his reflection had a glaring competition for a few moments before a knock on the door interrupted.
Artemis put a silk robe around his currently nude body and went to the door.
"Who is it?" He barked.
"Kiyoshi" Was the simple reply "May I come in?"
Artemis started and looked down at him self in panic.
"Ahh... Just a moment!" he said and rushed to his closet, throwing on a white slip dress and some underwear. He fixed his hair, which looked like a bird nest, due to his Therapeutic Brushing and opened the door.
Kiyoshi stood just beyond the threshold in all his sexy, Japanese glory. Artemis stared at him silently, damning his inability to form a simple sentence around the transfer.
"May I come in?" Asked Kiyoshi, repeating his earlier question "Unless it's a bad time it is late after all."
"Ah... No. You can come in." said Artemis, stepping aside to let the other boy through the doorway. Kiyoshi gave him a not-so-subtle once over as he passed.
"You look lovely tonight." He said smoothly and Artemis could feel his cheeks start to burn at the offhand comment. Why did Kiyoshi affect him so? "And if you don't mind me saying." the Japanese boy continued, "That flush makes you appear even more stunning than usual."
The flush itself deepened, and Artemis felt as though his face had been set on fire. He stammered out a weak thank you and refused to meet Kiyoshi's dark, playful eyes. The boy looked around the room for a few minutes, an uncomfortable silence settling between them. Artemis raised his sapphire eyes.
"What did you want?" He asked, trying to sound commanding, but he sounded like a squeaky girl. Ugh.
Kiyoshi smiled at him.
"The rain has stopped. I was hoping you'd join me for a walk." He watched the genius expectantly for an answer.
Without really thinking, which was rare for him, Artemis nodded and found him self saying,
"Sure."
The smile gracing Kiyoshi's handsome face grew a bit and he held out his hand, as Artemis mentally kicked him self for agreeing.
"Well, shall we? Before it gets too late and we're forced indoors."
The Irish genius took the offered hand and allowed Kiyoshi to lead him out of the room.
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Angry stares followed the pair as they exited the boarding block and out into the lit grounds of the school. Kiyoshi chuckled.
"I don't think they like me keeping you company." He commented in amusement, not seeming the least bit worried about the glares of promised pain from the surrounding students. Artemis nodded, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, well they can get over it."
Kiyoshi laughed.
"Indeed. You're so feisty. It's very fetching."
Artemis didn't answer and shivered. It occurred to him that because of the rain and the fact that it was late autumn in Wicklow, Ireland, coming outside after dark, without a coat was a very stupid and very un-Artemis thing to do. It was freezing out here and he was in a thin little cotton dress.
"Are you cold?"
Artemis looked up at Kiyoshi, who had stopped walking and was watching him in concern. The genius felt the heat rising to his face and he gave a hollow little shrug, embarrassed.
"... No, I'm f-fine." he replied defiantly, despite his shivers.
Kiyoshi smiled and moved forward; taking off the coat he was wearing and slipped it over Artemis' narrow shoulders wrapping the warm garment around the slim body snugly.
"You are cold. Please, wear my coat." he offered politely, though because Artemis was already wearing it, the genius didn't think Kiyoshi was offering. He reluctantly complied, grasping the coat and pulling it around himself more tightly. It cut off the cold almost instantly. Artemis smiled, slightly.
"Thank you." He said and Kiyoshi's smile grew some. Artemis looked at him. "But... now you'll be cold." It was strange that he actually cared. Kiyoshi really did do strange things to him.
The Japanese boy gave a short chuckle/snort and looked down at his tight black t-shirt and jeans.
"Oh don't worry about me, I can handle the cold. It doesn't bother me." he reached up and brushed a bent index finger down Artemis' pale cheek. "But it does bother me if you are cold Master Fowl."
"Artemis."
Kiyoshi blinked, his finger lingering near the smaller genius' face. Artemis was looking up at him still, blushing from the earlier remark.
"Pardon?"
"Call me Artemis. We are not business partners; therefore there is no need to be so formal. Please, call me Artemis."
Kiyoshi smiled, running his fingertips along the smooth jaw line of the other boy. He did not know why he enjoyed touching the other so much; it had a calming effect on him.
"Of course, forgive me Artemis."
Artemis looked away, embarrassed. He wasn't used to having to give someone permission to use his name inside of school. Zack used his first name without the genius telling him he was allowed to. Oliver used it, Will, everyone. Aside from the people who didn't like him, then he was "Fowl". But he had never once had to give someone permission to use his name. But Kiyoshi, he was different, so polite and formal, but seductive and sly at the same time. He was... an enigma to Artemis. And that fascinated him, more than it probably should.
Kiyoshi watched Artemis for a moment as the Irish genius became lost in his thoughts. It gave him a moment to admire Artemis' beauty. Despite seeming disgruntled about something and wrapped in a black coat that was three sizes too big, the Irish prodigy still retained the elegant beauty of fairytale royalty. Sure that might seem a bit extreme, but Kiyoshi couldn't think of anything more fitting to compare Artemis too. Surely there wasn't any real human that could pull off such perfection.
Kiyoshi shook himself from his thoughts and smiled when he saw Artemis was still avoiding his eye.
"And you may call me Kiyoshi. I don't normally let anyone use my first name, only those very close to me (2). But someone as lovely as you may call me whatever you like." the comment was innocent enough, but Kiyoshi said it in a way that suggested a double meaning.
Artemis made a strange little noise of acceptance and clutched at the coat a little tighter. Kiyoshi smiled, he was so cute.
"Well, shall we continue our walk?" He asked, holding his arm out. Artemis regarded the arm with a look one would normally use around a poisonous snake, and then carefully slipped his hand into the crook of Kiyoshi's elbow.
"We shall."
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The walk led the two boys in the direction of the golf course and lake. Artemis found him self enjoying Kiyoshi's company and was able to hold a civilized conversation with him without stuttering like a fool.
The Japanese boy was very pleasant to have around. He was smart and Artemis was pleased that he could finally talk to someone who was on the same level of intelligence as he and have it not be Butler, for once. He really didn't enjoy dumbing his vocabulary down when chatting with someone. Kiyoshi was smart, very smart, but his loyalties lay with soccer, as Artemis found out. The boy was obsessed.
"I'd really like to go pro when I leave school." Said the Japanese transfer, as the pair walked around the lake. "I've been passionate about it ever since I could remember. I play everyday."
"You should join the soccer team then." Remarked Artemis idly. "You're very good, very gifted. I'm sure you'd make a valuable weapon, so to speak."
Kiyoshi smiled and chuckled.
"I'd like to, but I'm sorry to say they don't like me very much. I don't think I'd be allowed a place."
Artemis made a noise of lukewarm agreement as he mulled Kiyoshi's response over. He was probably right. The other boys did seem to have a strong loathing of the Japanese transfer. And with Zack being the teams captain... Artemis chewed on the inside of his cheek and threw a nasty glare at a near-by tree. Well, if Zack and the others where going to deny Kiyoshi a place on the team, even though the boy was so remarkably talented, then they where more dull minded than Artemis thought. He didn't know how Zack got such high grades... being as stupid as he was.
"I'll have a chat to them if they refuse you." Said the genius, coming out of his thoughts "But I'm positive they won't let a stupid grudge get the better of them. They really aren't like that."
Kiyoshi nodded thoughtfully, as if he was making his own assumption of the boys here and wondering if they really would let a grudge get the better of them, and if Artemis was just trying to be nice by saying the opposite.
"We'll see." He finally said "For now though, I'd much rather talk about something more important."
Artemis looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"And what might that be?" he asked, curious.
Kiyoshi's lips quirked up into a sly smirk.
"You."
Artemis blushed and directed his gaze to the grass in embarrassment, Kiyoshi smirked at the flush and moved himself closer, trapping Artemis against a tree. He looked down at him with playful, dark eyes.
"Do I make you nervous?" he asked quietly.
Artemis looked up at him with wide eyes, surprised by the sudden closeness. He could feel the heat radiating from Kiyoshi's body, even through the coat. He was very close. Very, very close.
"N-no of course not." He stammered, trying to sound more like himself, an attempt he was failing miserably at "Why would you ask such a thing?"
"You're flushing."
"Well it's cold."
Kiyoshi stepped closer, until their bodies were flush against each other.
"It wasn't cold at all today, but this-" he swept one hand across Artemis right cheek "Was still present."
Artemis glanced at the hand, and then raised his blue orbs back to the boy in front of him.
"Yes, but I-"
Kiyoshi smiled, and stifling a laugh, silenced Artemis with a rather fierce kiss.
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(1) I don't know how or when this part changed from telling what "had" happened, to what "is" happening. Oh well... it's not like I'm being paid for this.
(2) Demon Pale Darkness... I probably made that up... I'm SORRY!!!
Ending Note: I have decided to cut this interlude in half, and post the rest a little later. It was just going on forever and I didn't want a chapter to go on too long and bore you all into leaving without a review. Eh heh. The next part will be up... when I write it... (Cough).
This was so hard to write!!! Kiyoshi is a hard character and to place him in a fic is really, really hard. For those of you who are a fan of Demon Pale Darkness and think my Kiyoshi was OOC to hers. (Which he probably was) Well... she said I could write him anyway I pleased. So I did.
I hope she likes this... you did right? Perhaps I should leave Kiyoshi up to his creator... because I'm no good with him... (Cries)
You've probably noticed that my grammar has improved then its usual standard. That is because I know have Microsoft Word, which as you know, checks grammar as well as spelling. I'm so happy. I hope it's easier to read. Still a few mistakes I'll bet that Word has over looked.
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