"Alright, first thing first. First fanfic I've actually really made, and if there is positive feedback, I will continue with it. Requests are accepted, and any ideas for the story will likely be used if I can fit it in without breaking the story line. An OC will be replacing Rito, but the whole 'Riko' thing may come into play, if I decide to put Mikan in here, which I likely will. I just can't think of many good ways to fit Mikan in without removing the older sibling entirely from the story. This will also be an attempt at a realistic view on the whole 'alien' part of the story, and will also be rated M, for sexual innuendos and/or content, so don't like, don't read. On with the story!

Were a poetic speaker, or a simply perceptive person to walk into Ben's room, they would call it full, while also empty. Full of the basics, a window, bookshelf, desk; full of the essentials, a bed, blankets, sheets, pillows, closet, dresser; and full of the objects of personal importance- two old, well-kept stuffed dogs, from his childhood, several pictures of himself with relatives and pets, the bookshelf being covered in books, a few model planes and a model blimp hanging from the ceiling, numerous LEGO creations, and a good amount of various posters. Full in a physical way, but lacking in the emotional full; like love, or affection. This is not to say that his parents were in particular mean- though as a teenager he would definitely say they were- nor did they refuse to give him affection, or acted in a dismissive manner with him. They did encourage him to follow his goals and become better as a person, they acted as most parents would with such a child. The issue was not them, it was him, and he knew it. He just refused to believe it himself. His issues tended to just pile up upon him. He had two disorders which constantly fought for dominance in his mind; abandonment issues which made him desire companionship and affection, and trust issues which made him distrustful of anyone and everyone, and caused him to push people away. This, paired with his autism, laziness, and OCD was not the best mixture. OCD caused him to desire to fix broken patterns, laziness stopped him from doing so, making him a miserable lump stressing over an easily fixed problem. His autism was not quite a 'disorder' as many called it. It was indeed a medical disorder, but not a disadvantage as the fools trying to spread 'awareness' for the 'destructive mental disorder' tried to play it up. He simply had the same issue others with autism had; his mind worked in a different way, solved problems with a different method, found solutions through unthinkably simple solutions with difficult problems, though he did also go through quite intricate solutions to solve a simple problem, but this was in no way related to his autism and was more of a personal issue. He could also see these issues, and desired to fix them, but could never get himself to. He could manage this for a while, but it almost always collapsed onto him from his self-destructive habits which he refused to learn from. All of this was a desperate and subconscious cry for attention, which he wanted people to see, yet didn't at the same time. Hence the recurring problem. He had the mindset of a puppy vying for attention; he saw things that got the biggest reactions from people and repeated them, not particularly seeming to care that the attention gained was usually negative. All of this spiraled into a large pool of medical depression, hence the three bottles of medication on his headrest. It was currently summer, his mother was pregnant- adding far more stress to his current situation- and school was a looming threat a month off. Ben, at that moment, currently lay on his bed, slowly waking up as sunlight filtered through his blinds.

Ben slowly and regretfully opened his eyes, his bright blue eyes slowly focusing as his brain kicked into gear. He rolled onto his back and sat up, instinctively reaching to brush away the long brown hair he had had up until the previous week, then dropped it when he remembered that his hair was an inch long now. Brushing it from his face would be pointless; it wasn't in his face. He yawned and stood up, a small, sixth sense ingrained into the genetics and structure of his brain kicking into action, sensing subtle changes in the air and giving him a cautious shiver. He knew nothing was happening, it couldn't be a storm; there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Nothing was endangering him, so he tried to shrug off the feeling of a deer during hunting season.
Oh how wrong he was. Ben was definitely in danger- not currently, but he would soon be in more danger than he had ever experienced. His body knew what his brain denied, and began to ready him for what was to come.
For some odd reason, Ben felt the undeniable urge to take a bike ride, or exercise in some manner. His sisters had both TVs, so he couldn't exactly do anything, so he succumbed to his instincts. He was lucky he had, as if he had hesitated as he got outside, the bullet wouldn't have missed. Ben hopped onto his bike, putting on the bike helmet for the first time in quite a while, and rode out onto the bike trails.
He lived in South Dakota, so the pleasant warmth was generally unfamiliar to him, as was enjoying the outside weather. He was quite allergic to most types of pollen, so going outside was a hazard in the summer or fall, and the cold weather of winter was definitely not comfortable. To anybody not native to South Dakota, the current weather wouldn't be as nice as it was to Ben or the rest of the town; the temperature was roughly forty degrees. He got up to nearly 27 mph, seeing how fast he could go, before he passed a tree and suddenly three girls stood in front of him.
He would swear till the day he died that they hadn't been there before. He slammed on the hand brakes, skittering to a halt and turning sideways. He recovered as well as he could, unable to handle such a turn, and clumsily got off of the moving bike, skipping in front of it and sliding to a stop just before the girls and slamming his heel into the bike as it shrieked towards him. The handle bars cut and scraped his heel, and the wheel slammed into his Achilles heel, making him grunt in pain as he looked at the girls. All four of them stood, staring in shock at each other.

"What the hell? How'd you get here?!" He exclaimed finally. The three girls began stumbling over themselves, each stammering out a different story, then switching their story and finally stopped entirely, looking at him with desperate eyes.

"Who the hell are you?" Ben asked over their stammering.

"Oh, I'm Lala Satalin Deviluke", the tallest and curviest of the three said.

"I'm Momo", one of the smaller girls said quickly.

"Nana", the third muttered quietly.

"What's wrong?" Ben asked, seeing their desperate looks.

"Help us", Lala squeaked. Ben gave her a curious glance, then felt the ground rumble. The three girls shrieked and hid behind Ben as a large creature slammed into the asphalt in front of Ben. Ben blinked in surprise.

"What the hell", he breathed.

The creature appeared to be a giant frog, with a smaller frog riding its back. The smaller frog grinned lecherously at the three as a young blond girl landed ever so lightly beside the frogs.

"Hello, human!" the smaller frog exclaimed, his grin widening. Ben looked at him, the girl, the frog, then the girls, then gasped.

"Aliens!" he exclaimed. The blond one had no reaction, but the smaller frog laughed.

"Yes, aliens to you! Now, hand over the princesses"

"Why?" Ben asked, cocking his head. He felt like a video game character, but it was definitely real life. He had to tread carefully, he had no special powers or weapons to fight them off, were he to need to fight anyone off. He was definitely quite intelligent, his IQ showed genius intellect, but he couldn't exactly defend himself against aliens. Yet, he couldn't let such an opportunity slip by him. First contact! His mind swam with excitement and exhilaration as he tried to decide what to do here.

"They are to be my brides. I have followed them quite far, using all of my available assets to get here before the other suitors"
Ben internally nodded, forcing himself to calm down. Just like a game. But morals mattered more in this

"Uh huh", he turned his attention to the three behind him. "You good with this? The whole marrying this guy thing?"

They wildly shook their heads.

"Move aside, human", the frog hissed, sliding down from the frog. "And allow me to initiate the fiancée procedure"

"What's that?"

"I must touch their breasts and utter the Old Phrase 'Oh Dah Viing'" the frog said, then immediately regretted it.

"Oh, like this?" Ben grinned devilishly, spoke those three words, and quickly tapped each girls chest in quick succession. They carried a strange power, but all of the aliens of the area ignored this. The three girls squeaked in surprise, the frog hissed, and the girl straightened in surprise, this being the biggest reaction he had seen from her. The frog screeched like a pig.

"Kill him!" he shrieked. The blond girl hesitated.
"Yami", the frog hissed angrily. The frog held up a small remote and jabbed a webbed finger at her throat, where Ben noticed what appeared to be a black leather choker.
"Remember… I have complete control over you"
The girl, Yami, gave him an almost pleading and sympathetic look, and her hands became blades. Her lips parted and she had a quick intake, as though about to say something, when the frog slapped the remote, and the girl shuddered, electricity sparking between her teeth. Ben flinched sympathetically as she stumbled ever so slightly, then lunged forward.
Clearly the frog didn't know much about electricity at all. Ben knew exactly how it worked on a person, and sending the girl out after him from such an amount of electricity to show visible electric output would likely kill a normal person. The girl was clearly more durable than normal people, but the electricity still affected her as it would anyone. Ben dropped low, realizing that with his current situation, he could possibly defeat her and the frog, given the frog wasn't very strong. All he had to do was break the remote in the frogs hand, and getting past the girl would be relatively with her off balance from the electric charge given to her. Ben lunged right at her and the blades flickered in form, liquefying momentarily and shuddering, as if trying to turn back into hands. He grinned. Not only did the electricity throw off her balance, but it threw off her powers. Of course it would! All creatures use electric impulses to control their bodies, so it would clearly impair her abilities for a time. She swung the right blade, which he ducked under, causing her to stumble. She plunged forward, the blade at Ben's chest before it suddenly and abruptly stopped, as though an invisible force were stopping her. Ben didn't take notice of this, dancing away and around her, then lunging for the frog. The frog shrieked and ran to the bigger frog. Ben kicked him, not as hard as he could, but hard enough. The remote escaped his grasp and Ben lunged, snatching it before it could hit the ground. Yami froze, looking at him with clear fear in her eyes, trembling. The three alien princesses were clearly stunned by how quickly the tides of this fight had turned. Ben grinned at them and Yami, which all of them perceived as a malicious one, making them shudder, even though Ben was trying to be encouraging. He had a habit of making things look or sound like insults, even if he was trying to do the opposite. He turned as the larger frog spat a wad of slime. Ben lunged away, and it narrowly missed him, sliding along his pant leg and eating through the cloth, but not harming the skin. Then the smaller frog man whipped out a gun.

"I am the future prince of the galaxy, Lacospo! Remember my name, it will be the last you know!"

He pulled on the trigger.

Just as Yami cut the gun in half. Lacospo shrieked.

"Ya-Yami! You wo-work for me… remember?" he squeaked. Yami shook her head, glancing to Ben hesitantly.

"He holds the remote. I work for him now"

Lacospo shrieked again and started wildly pressing a small button on his now useless gun. Just as Yami swung a blade his way, he and the larger frog disappeared in a flash of light. There was a long silence, and Ben finally released a slow breath. Then he whooped excitedly.

"Aliens!" he exclaimed, grinning at the four girls, who shrank beneath his gaze. He gave them a concerned look.

"Something wrong?"

He cocked his head as the four shook their own heads.

"Fine", Momo squeaked, looking at him with clear terror. Ben focused on Yami, who cringed, as though expecting him to slap the button.

"Is there a failsafe on this remote?"

"What?"

"If it or the collar is broken, will you be electrocuted?" he asked slowly, carefully enunciating his words.

"If the remote was broken, the collar would deactivate and I would be free", she said. She looked almost hopefully at him through her bangs.

"How would that happen?"

"There's a small door on the back with a button inside. If you press that button, the remote will deactivate and the collar will open"

She looked at him as he curiously looked for the door. He found it, sliding the tiny window up to reveal the red button. Without even hesitating or thinking about the fact that he might be able to get an alien shapeshifter as a minion, he hit the button. Yami gasped as the remote popped, some of the metal plates bending and smoking, and the collar fell from around her neck. Yami looked up at him with a shocked look.

"Wha-why?"

"Slavery is bad. Hate people that do that. You're free to go, if you want to. You three", he gestured to the other three girls. "Is there any way to eliminate the engagement ceremony I just did?"

"If you were to be defeated in combat by another suitor given permission to us by our father, we would change hands to that suitor", Nana said quietly. Ben nodded.

"There any of these suitors that you actually like that I could purposely lose to?"

They gawked at him.

"Why would you do that?!" Lala exclaimed in surprise.

"Forced marriage doesn't work well; you three would just be depressed and sad, with your bodies on sale to whatever dumbass had the biggest pecs"

"But-but if you marry us, you'd become the inheritor to a quarter of the galaxy!" Momo said, sounding confused. Ben rolled his eyes, almost insulted.

"I don't care how damn big your dowry is, I'm not going to force you to be with me. Now, answer my question"

The three thought carefully, then shook their heads.

"Nope"/span/p

Ben sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Well I can't-"

He was cut off by Yami tapping his shoulder. He turned to her, giving her a confused /"What is it? Did you want something? You're free now"

"Yami, to his shock, dropped to one knee and bowed to him almost reverently.

"Thank you for my freedom. I pledge to serve you with every fiber of my being. I am at your every command", she said monotonously. There was a long silence.

"Okay…" Ben said slowly, not seeming to have yet processed what she had just said.

"I mean every command" Ben gave her an utterly confused look.

"Is that a sexual request?"

"If you wanted such things I would willingly comply" Ben choked.

"Excuse me? What?!"

"I said I would willingly submit to any sexual desires of yours and-"

"Yes, if I ever want to be an immoral asshole and use your undying loyalty to my advantage to use you as a toy, I will do so. But, I do no plan on doing so", Ben said, sounding insulted. Yami looked up at him.

"Understood", she said after a moment. She slowly stood, a whisper of a smile on her lips. Ben turned back to the princesses, who were gawking at him again.

"What is it? Something on my face?" he asked, rubbing his forehead. They quickly snapped their mouths shut, realizing their situation was not quite as horrible as it may have seemed. They gave a light bow and smiled at him cheerfully.

"Where should we stay?" they chirped in unison, suddenly happy. Very happy.