Unanimous
By:Broken8
Summary: Everyone is in love with Ken? EVERYONE?! Who will he choose? He has alot of options after all.
Warnings: swearing, content that isn't exactly for little kids, insane supernatural phenomenon
Notes: -- small setting change
A/N: I think I was insane when this idea came to me. Hyperness does weird things to my head. This being the perfect example.
1. The Beginning of Confusion
In the middle of the night it happened in Tokyo. No ones knows how. Someone thought that it was a dark evil cloud that covered the city and made every one go insane. Someone else thought that his charm and infectious being finally hit everyone full force. Another said that he had always felt this way, he just did realize it completely until that bastard started to make a move on him. Shii-ne! It was also mentioned that maybe it was something in the water. Anyway you believe it, it happened all the same. Everyone who knew Ken fell entirely in love with him in one night. Whether they wanted to or not.
-That night/day-
Four florists turned in their sleep as their cat clock with the shifty eyes struck 12 o'clock at night. (Yes, Yohji is home already.) Two of them were simultaneously hit with feelings new to them both. One's feelings grew to meet and possibly pass his teammates'. And the fourth, well, him feeling these feelings would just be wrong. So the reason for him turning in his sleep was due to a persistent dream of someone closer to him than he thinks.
Across town four other men were also hit with the intensity of emotions. Two men, sharing a bed, would soon discover that there is someone else who can deliver the same feelings as their partner. A very.. unique person will soon find the first person to every make him feel this way. The final assassin will learn that his first love will not be his last. A man who is an enemy has now become a desire for all of them.
The clock in her apartment turned to read two in the morning. Deep in sleep she turned onto her side accidentally punching her boyfriend in the side. She kept dreaming as once forgotten emotions stormed back into her body bumping present feelings aside to make room right up front.
Two young girls stopped at exactly the same time. Unknowing that the same sensation had just washed over the other. They were also not aware that the time had just turned 4 o'clock. They looked over at the other not sure if they should express what had just come over them. Both not wanting to say anything they smiled and kept on walking to the library across the grounds from the all girls school they both attended.
A fiery redhead flipped onto her stomach. She had never felt this before and didn't know that she was feeling it now. She was after all asleep and needed it badly. The death of her boss had left her pained worse than she would have ever thought before. She hadn't been able to sleep in a week. She didn't need these feelings now. Not ever.
Black hair fell across a sleeping man's face as his girlfriend turned onto her other side. He didn't know that she had been disturbed by a sensation only ever matched by himself. She kept sleeping though the man beside her had been awoken by the sudden whip of smooth hair across his sensitive cheek. He leaned closer to her and kissed her forehead lightly. Smiling he laid back down beside her and pulled her flush to his body. Still smiling he drifted back down into the shadows of slumber.
-Later the same day-
Morning came upon the silent city. The red glowing numbers on Aya's digital alarm clock changed to read 5:59 am. His eyes opened to the dim light creeping into his bedroom. After reading the time and groaning slightly to himself he turned off the alarm that would sound in exactly one minute. Sitting up he flung the covers off his body to reveal himself clothed in only a pair of pajamas pants that Omi had bought him last Christmas. They featured little penguins playing in the snow. He hadn't particularly liked the gift but the happy expression on Omi's face was enough to make him wear them. Besides, he didn't have any other pajamas that fit him properly.
His head felt heavier than normal and wouldn't think of anything but how much he hated waking up without Ken beside him. Growling at his conscious for thinking that he would ever be able to be with Ken he closed the bathroom door behind him and pulled off his pj's.
He let the water wash over him for quite some time before he washed his hair and body. His mind however would not wash clean. Thoughts of Ken still littered his mind. He had sorted out before that his feelings for Ken ran deeper than teammates. He also registered that he might love the man, a bit anyways. But for some reason today he couldn't stop thinking about how much he wanted the soccer player. Wanted him to take and to be with. It was driving him insane. Ken didn't want him at all. Would never have him.
Sighing deeply at the depressing thought of having to live the rest of his life wishing he could have been with the brunette, he dried off and made his way back to his room.
--
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BE-!
"Fuck it all to hell," the playboy groaned rolling over onto his stomach. All night long he had been bombarded with the weirdest dreams. All containing Ken. Every single one of them leaded to the two of them doing it. One also included a certain smaller blond. Go figure.
Now he was sleep deprived and on the morning shift. Not the makings of a happy Kudou.
Mind clouded by sleep and Ken he dragged himself put of bed. The day was already not a good one. Maybe he could change that. Who ever said Ken wasn't interested in him? Oh right, Ken. Well, he would prove them wrong. And if that didn't work he could always resort to rape. Maybe he could even make that fifth dream come true. Where would he get that many bananas?
--
Groaning out load he picked up the arm flung over his stomach and moved it to the side. Slowly he sat up in bed. Pain ripped through his head. In an attempted to dull the ache a hand flew up to intertwine with his vibrant orange locks. That happened every now and then from the constant ramblings of other humans' thoughts. He was used to getting them but they still hurt like a bitch.
Turning he looked down at his leader's sleeping form. Normal smirk firmly in place he leaned down and blew softly into his partner's ear. The man sleeping beside him twitched and grunted. He took in a huge breath of air, filling his lungs. Then, "BRAD!!"
He shot up so quickly the German barely had time to use his abnormal speed to get out of his way.
Seeing the look on the elders face he started to kill himself laughing. The shock and fear on Crawford's face changed to an angry glare when he realized it was a joke.
"Why the fuck do you always do that? Have you ever heard of the boy who cried wolf?" The black haired psychic bit back his anger while asking the question as calmly as possible. Schu however didn't stop laughing even in the slightest.
"Actually I met him once. Ugly as hell. He made a move on me and I turned him down, quickly." Brad rolled his eyes at the tall tale the German used as a come back.
Sighing the precog got out of bed and dragged himself to his wardrobe. His head was killing him. He had the strangest dream last night. It involved a member of Weiss and he wasn't killing the man. That was most likely one of the strangest dreams ever.
--
Sunlight shone through the bars of his window casting tall thin lines on his floor. Slowly being pulled from unconsciousness he let go of the strange images still within his sleepy and insane mind. Images of a shirtless brunette nailed to a cross, along with images of the same brunette murdering countless men while he watched from the shadows.
With a flutter of his eyelashes the pictures were gone. An awkward feeling in the depths of his stomach remained, only to be pushed aside. Getting up from the spot on the floor where the man slept he let the single blanket fall to the stone ground in a heap. Lazily he dressed himself then moved to the barred door. Time and time again he had been offered many things. Things like a bed and more comfortable blankets, even his own room instead of a dungeoness cellar. He would still have barred windows but at least it would by more homey.
Reaching his pale, scarred arm through the bars he unclasped the lock and swung open the metal barricade. His team mates never really noticed that he could get out so easily. They locked it every now and then but didn't ever really pay him much mind. He knows that they don't care about him. They only offered him better living arrangements because it seemed inhuman for him to actually want to reside in a cellar. Then again they most likely look at him as inhuman. Why should it bother him though? He was always happier on his own. Away from normal society. An outcast.
--
The short blond teen sat lost in thoughts as his leader silently entered the kitchen, lost in his own thoughts. Neither of them even noticed each other until Aya opened a cupboard and let it close loudly causing Omi to jump. Omi's startled reaction caused his hand to fly out and knock over his cup of tea. Aya spun around, his assassin senses working.
"Omi, I didn't see you there." The redhead let out a small breath in relief.
"Like wise Aya-kun. You scared me." The blond grabbed a towel and started to mop up the mess.
"Sorry. Shouldn't you be on your way to school soon?" He looked at the clock on the wall.
"Shit. I'm gonna be late if I don't leave soon. Would you mind..." Omi started to round up a couple books from the table and shoved them roughly into his bag.
"No problem." Aya picked up the rag that the blond had dropped and finished cleaning up the spilled tea.
"Thanks Aya-kun. Have a good day. Bye."
"Bye." Moving over to the sink he rinsed off the cloth. Sighing he was once again engulfed in his thoughts and feelings.
--
A small teenage prodigy sat at the kitchen table awaiting his teammates. Hardly concentrating at all, he poured himself a bowl of cereal using only his mind. He never really thought about how different he was. He didn't remember all the torture he endured as a child. There were up sides to having such mind control. He buried those memories a long time ago. Now it would take a lot to uncover them. Only once before had he ever questioned what it would be like to be a normal teen. To have friends and a really family. Maybe if he was lucky even someone who loved him. It was a sunny afternoon and he had snuck out to go for a walk. Brad probably wouldn't care that he wasn't working on their next mission since he was so busy screwing around with Schuldich. Not even noticing he had arrived at the high school. Curious he had walk up the pathway and gone inside. What he saw was people laughing all around him. He saw one couple in the corner holding each other while they talked to their friends. A couple girls smiled at him which shocked him. As he turned around to leave he saw a familiar blond sitting in a small group of people talking and having fun. Bombay attended school. He was not aware of this. Turning around he ran to find another exit. In less than five minutes he was on his way home again. That had scared him and he never wanted to go back there again. Unless... Did he? Did he want that life? Did he want to be normal?
--
It had started. People in Tokyo had started to wake up to find themselves completely over the top for one Ken Hidaka. It was going to be a long day.
-TBC?-
So... should I continue? I want to so I think I will. Unless people don't want to read this. Then again no one's forcing you to read it so whatever. BTW, I was really hyper when I came up with this idea. Poll: Who thinks Ken will get raped? A) He won't. B) He will. C) He will more than once. D) He'll give in willingly. I don't know the answer myself. Next chapter... the girls! i.e. Aya-chan, Sakura, Manx, and Birman. Also, look forward to more of our favorite assassins.
By:Broken8
Summary: Everyone is in love with Ken? EVERYONE?! Who will he choose? He has alot of options after all.
Warnings: swearing, content that isn't exactly for little kids, insane supernatural phenomenon
Notes: -- small setting change
A/N: I think I was insane when this idea came to me. Hyperness does weird things to my head. This being the perfect example.
1. The Beginning of Confusion
In the middle of the night it happened in Tokyo. No ones knows how. Someone thought that it was a dark evil cloud that covered the city and made every one go insane. Someone else thought that his charm and infectious being finally hit everyone full force. Another said that he had always felt this way, he just did realize it completely until that bastard started to make a move on him. Shii-ne! It was also mentioned that maybe it was something in the water. Anyway you believe it, it happened all the same. Everyone who knew Ken fell entirely in love with him in one night. Whether they wanted to or not.
-That night/day-
Four florists turned in their sleep as their cat clock with the shifty eyes struck 12 o'clock at night. (Yes, Yohji is home already.) Two of them were simultaneously hit with feelings new to them both. One's feelings grew to meet and possibly pass his teammates'. And the fourth, well, him feeling these feelings would just be wrong. So the reason for him turning in his sleep was due to a persistent dream of someone closer to him than he thinks.
Across town four other men were also hit with the intensity of emotions. Two men, sharing a bed, would soon discover that there is someone else who can deliver the same feelings as their partner. A very.. unique person will soon find the first person to every make him feel this way. The final assassin will learn that his first love will not be his last. A man who is an enemy has now become a desire for all of them.
The clock in her apartment turned to read two in the morning. Deep in sleep she turned onto her side accidentally punching her boyfriend in the side. She kept dreaming as once forgotten emotions stormed back into her body bumping present feelings aside to make room right up front.
Two young girls stopped at exactly the same time. Unknowing that the same sensation had just washed over the other. They were also not aware that the time had just turned 4 o'clock. They looked over at the other not sure if they should express what had just come over them. Both not wanting to say anything they smiled and kept on walking to the library across the grounds from the all girls school they both attended.
A fiery redhead flipped onto her stomach. She had never felt this before and didn't know that she was feeling it now. She was after all asleep and needed it badly. The death of her boss had left her pained worse than she would have ever thought before. She hadn't been able to sleep in a week. She didn't need these feelings now. Not ever.
Black hair fell across a sleeping man's face as his girlfriend turned onto her other side. He didn't know that she had been disturbed by a sensation only ever matched by himself. She kept sleeping though the man beside her had been awoken by the sudden whip of smooth hair across his sensitive cheek. He leaned closer to her and kissed her forehead lightly. Smiling he laid back down beside her and pulled her flush to his body. Still smiling he drifted back down into the shadows of slumber.
-Later the same day-
Morning came upon the silent city. The red glowing numbers on Aya's digital alarm clock changed to read 5:59 am. His eyes opened to the dim light creeping into his bedroom. After reading the time and groaning slightly to himself he turned off the alarm that would sound in exactly one minute. Sitting up he flung the covers off his body to reveal himself clothed in only a pair of pajamas pants that Omi had bought him last Christmas. They featured little penguins playing in the snow. He hadn't particularly liked the gift but the happy expression on Omi's face was enough to make him wear them. Besides, he didn't have any other pajamas that fit him properly.
His head felt heavier than normal and wouldn't think of anything but how much he hated waking up without Ken beside him. Growling at his conscious for thinking that he would ever be able to be with Ken he closed the bathroom door behind him and pulled off his pj's.
He let the water wash over him for quite some time before he washed his hair and body. His mind however would not wash clean. Thoughts of Ken still littered his mind. He had sorted out before that his feelings for Ken ran deeper than teammates. He also registered that he might love the man, a bit anyways. But for some reason today he couldn't stop thinking about how much he wanted the soccer player. Wanted him to take and to be with. It was driving him insane. Ken didn't want him at all. Would never have him.
Sighing deeply at the depressing thought of having to live the rest of his life wishing he could have been with the brunette, he dried off and made his way back to his room.
--
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BE-!
"Fuck it all to hell," the playboy groaned rolling over onto his stomach. All night long he had been bombarded with the weirdest dreams. All containing Ken. Every single one of them leaded to the two of them doing it. One also included a certain smaller blond. Go figure.
Now he was sleep deprived and on the morning shift. Not the makings of a happy Kudou.
Mind clouded by sleep and Ken he dragged himself put of bed. The day was already not a good one. Maybe he could change that. Who ever said Ken wasn't interested in him? Oh right, Ken. Well, he would prove them wrong. And if that didn't work he could always resort to rape. Maybe he could even make that fifth dream come true. Where would he get that many bananas?
--
Groaning out load he picked up the arm flung over his stomach and moved it to the side. Slowly he sat up in bed. Pain ripped through his head. In an attempted to dull the ache a hand flew up to intertwine with his vibrant orange locks. That happened every now and then from the constant ramblings of other humans' thoughts. He was used to getting them but they still hurt like a bitch.
Turning he looked down at his leader's sleeping form. Normal smirk firmly in place he leaned down and blew softly into his partner's ear. The man sleeping beside him twitched and grunted. He took in a huge breath of air, filling his lungs. Then, "BRAD!!"
He shot up so quickly the German barely had time to use his abnormal speed to get out of his way.
Seeing the look on the elders face he started to kill himself laughing. The shock and fear on Crawford's face changed to an angry glare when he realized it was a joke.
"Why the fuck do you always do that? Have you ever heard of the boy who cried wolf?" The black haired psychic bit back his anger while asking the question as calmly as possible. Schu however didn't stop laughing even in the slightest.
"Actually I met him once. Ugly as hell. He made a move on me and I turned him down, quickly." Brad rolled his eyes at the tall tale the German used as a come back.
Sighing the precog got out of bed and dragged himself to his wardrobe. His head was killing him. He had the strangest dream last night. It involved a member of Weiss and he wasn't killing the man. That was most likely one of the strangest dreams ever.
--
Sunlight shone through the bars of his window casting tall thin lines on his floor. Slowly being pulled from unconsciousness he let go of the strange images still within his sleepy and insane mind. Images of a shirtless brunette nailed to a cross, along with images of the same brunette murdering countless men while he watched from the shadows.
With a flutter of his eyelashes the pictures were gone. An awkward feeling in the depths of his stomach remained, only to be pushed aside. Getting up from the spot on the floor where the man slept he let the single blanket fall to the stone ground in a heap. Lazily he dressed himself then moved to the barred door. Time and time again he had been offered many things. Things like a bed and more comfortable blankets, even his own room instead of a dungeoness cellar. He would still have barred windows but at least it would by more homey.
Reaching his pale, scarred arm through the bars he unclasped the lock and swung open the metal barricade. His team mates never really noticed that he could get out so easily. They locked it every now and then but didn't ever really pay him much mind. He knows that they don't care about him. They only offered him better living arrangements because it seemed inhuman for him to actually want to reside in a cellar. Then again they most likely look at him as inhuman. Why should it bother him though? He was always happier on his own. Away from normal society. An outcast.
--
The short blond teen sat lost in thoughts as his leader silently entered the kitchen, lost in his own thoughts. Neither of them even noticed each other until Aya opened a cupboard and let it close loudly causing Omi to jump. Omi's startled reaction caused his hand to fly out and knock over his cup of tea. Aya spun around, his assassin senses working.
"Omi, I didn't see you there." The redhead let out a small breath in relief.
"Like wise Aya-kun. You scared me." The blond grabbed a towel and started to mop up the mess.
"Sorry. Shouldn't you be on your way to school soon?" He looked at the clock on the wall.
"Shit. I'm gonna be late if I don't leave soon. Would you mind..." Omi started to round up a couple books from the table and shoved them roughly into his bag.
"No problem." Aya picked up the rag that the blond had dropped and finished cleaning up the spilled tea.
"Thanks Aya-kun. Have a good day. Bye."
"Bye." Moving over to the sink he rinsed off the cloth. Sighing he was once again engulfed in his thoughts and feelings.
--
A small teenage prodigy sat at the kitchen table awaiting his teammates. Hardly concentrating at all, he poured himself a bowl of cereal using only his mind. He never really thought about how different he was. He didn't remember all the torture he endured as a child. There were up sides to having such mind control. He buried those memories a long time ago. Now it would take a lot to uncover them. Only once before had he ever questioned what it would be like to be a normal teen. To have friends and a really family. Maybe if he was lucky even someone who loved him. It was a sunny afternoon and he had snuck out to go for a walk. Brad probably wouldn't care that he wasn't working on their next mission since he was so busy screwing around with Schuldich. Not even noticing he had arrived at the high school. Curious he had walk up the pathway and gone inside. What he saw was people laughing all around him. He saw one couple in the corner holding each other while they talked to their friends. A couple girls smiled at him which shocked him. As he turned around to leave he saw a familiar blond sitting in a small group of people talking and having fun. Bombay attended school. He was not aware of this. Turning around he ran to find another exit. In less than five minutes he was on his way home again. That had scared him and he never wanted to go back there again. Unless... Did he? Did he want that life? Did he want to be normal?
--
It had started. People in Tokyo had started to wake up to find themselves completely over the top for one Ken Hidaka. It was going to be a long day.
-TBC?-
So... should I continue? I want to so I think I will. Unless people don't want to read this. Then again no one's forcing you to read it so whatever. BTW, I was really hyper when I came up with this idea. Poll: Who thinks Ken will get raped? A) He won't. B) He will. C) He will more than once. D) He'll give in willingly. I don't know the answer myself. Next chapter... the girls! i.e. Aya-chan, Sakura, Manx, and Birman. Also, look forward to more of our favorite assassins.