Artemis Fowl Fan Fiction ❯ Brand New Love Story ❯ His Name Is... ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

“Brand New Love Song”
-Written by Sleep Remedy
Disclaimer: Alright, I do not own this thing completely. I own the storyline and the words written here. However, I do not own Artemis, Butler, Holly, or any of the other characters from Eoin Colfer's books. Sigh, however, Artemis' boyfriend is totally mine to molest however often I feel like it!
Warnings: This story does contain yaoi. As in, boy on boy love. However, it will be edited for fanfiction.net. On all other sites it is completely unabridged. So ... yep. No flaming. I eat souls.

Chapter One: His Name Is...
I hate the sun. If I possibly could, I would turn off the sun and have it be night at all hours of the day. Of course, that would be completely illogical. If there were such a way to “turn off” the sun, we would all turn into proverbial pop sickles and die off. Therefore, I will satisfy myself with saying that I quite simply hate the sun.
“Master Artemis!” I heard a voice call to me from across the school grounds. It was a deep and powerful voice that almost perfectly depicted its holder. Across the lawn, right at the gated entrance, was my bodyguard, Domovoi Butler. He stood tall and quite plainly impatient in a tailored black suit and mirrored sunglasses of a similar hue beside the family's jet black Porsche. He looked quite sporting, standing there ever so intimidatingly.
Seeing that he had caught my eye, he made a nondescript movement of his hand, signaling for me to come to him. He rarely gave me orders, but he had been doing so more and more lately. I supposed that it was a combination of a number of things, such as: my past personality change, our newfound companionship over my little escapades with the fairies, and my most recent boyfriend. Why, yes, you heard correctly. I, Artemis Fowl, am in a serious relationship and, most shockingly, with a person of the same sex. Le gasp. I have yet to even so much as mention him to Butler, but I am most positive that he is aware. As soon as I started to see this boy seriously, Butler began to question into whether or not I had been getting to all my classes (which I had not for that very reason). He confronted me about it and, much to my disgrace, I lied. I did not want him to know, though I do not think that I could explain it if I tried. The urge at the time and to this point as well is very much an illogical one, but I have been getting more used to them as the years have dragged on.
Cursing the unmerciful sun as it beat down against my head some more, I began the long trek through the clumped groups of other students and awaiting chauffeurs to Butler. Although, before I could get there I heard yet another person call out to me from across the green. I recognized it immediately, but had to train myself not to turn an about-face to confirm it. I did not have to fight long, as I felt a hand land on my upper arm after a few moments. Looking down, it was a hand I recognized. It was lightly tanned from many trips out onto the ocean and days wallowing in the French countryside's sun (still hate the sun, but God what it does to make him attractive). I could see the thin muscles that lined from the fingers to the wrist, trained to perfection on the piano and violin. There, on the ring finger, was a simple silver band with a small leaf-like design in the center that perfectly matched one that I wore on my own ring finger. Of course, not today! Today, I was going home for the summer break, and I could not let Butler become more suspicious than he was, so the ring rested safely in my pocket.
“Artemis? Didn't you hear me?” the owner of the hand asked, concernedly. I finally turned slightly and raised my head so that my gaze met his eternally passive one. He was such a polar opposite to myself, that I could barely believe that he was the one I choose to actually lower my veil of arrogance for. He was quiet, and soft-spoken, fair haired, and athletic. I was cold, and indifferent, dark haired, and pale as the moon, with no athletic ability at all (and I do regret it at times). The only way I could explain the two of us is the overdone saying of, “opposites attract”. Other than that, there is no real explanation.
I was fairly sure, at the time, that he knew something was wrong the same as Butler. I had been holding back a little more than I usually did. Mostly because I was getting nervous about our relationship. I thought it was too subtle for him to pick up on. But, he obviously managed to do just that.
“I won't be seeing you for quite some time. I wanted to say goodbye,” he said, slowly turning me towards him with the hand that had yet to leave my arm. From the corner of my eye, I could see Butler hurriedly making his way across the green towards us.
“I am sorry, I was lost in my own world for a moment,” I said, brushing his hand briskly from my arm. Giving the steadily approaching Butler another nondescript glance, I decided to end the conversation as quickly and painlessly as I could. “I will miss you too, but I will call you and the time will go by quickly,” I said somewhat emotionlessly. He opened his mouth to retort and say something kind and loving, I am sure, but there was no time for that! Butler was nearly there. “I really have to go now, before I get into trouble,” I said, giving him a guilty glance (because he deserved one) as I took off to intercept Butler before he could, quite literally, interrogate my adorable little boyfriend. As I took a last glance back, I saw that he was just standing there, staring after me with a sorrowful look in his cerulean blue eyes.
I was so distracted by this that I, ashamedly, I ran right into Butler. I really was far off my game that day.
“Artemis!” Butler scolded, giving me a little shake, then hurriedly pulling away, realizing he might have stepped over my frequently moving line of what was appropriate and what was not. “What were you doing? Who was that boy that was talking to you? Was he trying to bully you? Hurt you?”
I'm sure he would have gone on for quite a while, but I had the foresight to jump in as he paused and took a breath. “Butler,” I started off authoritatively. “That boy is a friend of mine, believe it or not. He was just saying goodbye to me for the time being. It is nothing for you to get worked up about,” I finished, much less authoritative than the beginning. In fact, it sounded to my own ears, like an adolescents explanation to its caretaker.
“A friend?” he repeated, speculatively.
“Yes, a friend. God forbid, if I should actually make a friend,” I fired back, aggravated now. Since I had met my newest beau, I had actually made a few indirect friends through him. He seemed to know everyone, after all, and whenever I was with him I always felt very mellow and did not have the urge to snap or be sarcastic. How strange that someone seemingly so regular could do that to me.
After this little outburts, I had a fired up little stomping to the car and a haughty slam of the door. Then I heard Butler enter the driver's side with a calculated calm. This fight he was going to be the designated adult, I could see. I really hated when he acted like that, as I always felt that he was being condescending to me.
“I'm glad that you were able to make a friend, Artemis,” he said, with an underlying exasperation.
“Please do not talk to me with that tone,” I said, driving right to the point and trying to keep my cool as best I could.
“What do you mean?” he asked, turning and looking at me genuinely confused.
I sighed. Now I was exasperated. Butler had obviously not noticed that he was talking to me with such an annoying tone of voice. “Never mind, it does not matter,” I replied, truly feeling tired. At this point, all I really wanted was to lie down in my own bed and take a nice relaxing nap. Either that, or maybe to take a nap with him. Nothing sexual, of course! But, he did always seem to calm me down. Or, at least distract me. It was getting a little unnerving, how much I was coming to enjoy his company, but I just had to keep telling myself that it was a good thing. I had to try and become more sociable, or I would not be able to make it very far in the world.
“I think it matters,” Butler said, after a long pause, startling me out of my reverie.
“How do you mean?” I asked reluctantly. I was truly tired and did not want to butt heads with such a good friend as Butler, no matter how much he disagreed with the idea of me dating. Or, perhaps it was me dating a male. Either way, I did not intend to give on this.
“Why are you cross right now, Artemis?” he asked, patiently.
I sighed once more. I was so tired. “There is no reason, I just want to be home. That is all.”
“That can't be all. Is it because I questioned your friend?” he asked with that annoying patience of his.
“No, Butler. That is not it. Please let it go,” I asked him, becoming cross again, I had to admit it.
“Was it because I shook you?” he asked. This time, I could hear worry in his voice, as if I would fire him for it or tell my father. As the teeny boppers like to say these days, 'as if'.
“No, Butler, and it was barely a shake at all,” I said, becoming more irritated with each word that left his mouth.
“Then... Is it because you weren't able to kiss your boyfriend goodbye?” he asked quietly, finally starting the car. Most of the other cars had left already and so there was no wait to get out onto the main street. As we pulled out, I kept my gaze fastened on an indistinct point in the distance and kept my face blank. “Artemis?”
“I heard you, Butler!” I cut him off, before he could go on. As it sunk in that I could not avoid this conversation, I began to feel more and more like I wanted to sink into the soil of the earth and just disappear for a short while.
“You don't have to talk to me about it, if it doesn't suit you. I only wish that you would let me in on what you are doing so that I can better analyze the situation and find better ways to protect you from those who might-”
“Would you please skip it, Butler!” I bit at him, cutting him off. “You do not like that I have a boyfriend and that is all it is, is it not?” I asked. Now that I was in the argument, there was no point in not going all out, correct?
“I didn't know that you, ahem, liked males, Artemis,” he said, pointedly keeping his eyes on the road.
Ah, so it was that he was a male! I had never expected to see such bigotry in Butler, who seemed like such a worldly person. Still, I was determined to keep calm.
“You are not the only one. I did not know either, until I met him.”
“And, what is this boy's name?”
Now, I do not profess to know Butler better than anybody else. That would be presuming too much, but I have known him long enough to hear the threatening nature of such a simple and seemingly innocent question. If I gave Butler his name, I might as well give him his social security number, address, and date of birth.
“I am not stupid, Butler. I like him, is that not enough? I am not a child anymore, I think I can judge a person adequately enough at this point, do you not?”
“...”
“Butler?” I asked more forcefully, when he didn't reply.
“Yes, Artemis. Will I ever get to meet this boy?” he asked. I have to admit, I almost laughed at how parental the phrase sounded.
“Perhaps. It really depends,” I said evasively. It would probably be a while before I would be secure enough with him to ask for something so embarrassing.
“I see. I suppose it's enough. Now can I know his name?” he asked, giving me a mischievous sideways glance. I could see a vague sadness in the way he quirked his brow. For a moment, I was taken a back, but my mind soon gave me a million reasons why he might be sad in a situation like this and I brushed it off in a moment, not wanting it too to weigh on my heart.
“I suppose. His name is...Remy Vieuxville.”
Authoress Note: Brouhaha! I've been wanting to do this story ever since Opal Deception came out! So, I wanted to do something special. And, yes, this will have Butler x Artemis in it, I just haven't decided if it's going to go anywhere. Hmm... Will Artemis choose his adorable little boyfriend or his dutiful Butler? Who knows...