Shannon's Ohno Fanfic
Ohno x Shannon (Fanfic)
Chapter 1
It was a sunny afternoon in downtown Tokyo. The cherry blossoms had yet to bloom, and the smell of spring was wafting in the air -
“Crap!!!” Shannon snapped closed her purse, and looked up. “I forgot cell phone.” She murmured and dashed down the street back to the store where she had just been earlier, purchasing some souvenirs and gifts for her friends.
Being in a foreign country, barely knowing the language, and being without a cell phone was decidedly going to put Shan at a disadvantage until she got her cell back.
“Where is it? Where is it?” she murmured, trying to read the barely comprehensible signs. What was nearby the shop, she thought. There was a sushi restaurant, an art store… “Oh yeah!” she exclaimed, earning a few odd stares from on-lookers. The shop was next to the art supply store.
“Suimasen,” she tried, turning to the first person nearby - in this case, it was a slightly elderly lady. “Art store wa… um… doko desu ka?” She blanked. How did you say art in Japanese again? She tried gesturing as if she was with a paint brush. “Picaso...?” she hinted.
“Eh?” the old woman looked at her. “Are you looking for the art supply store?”
It was Shannon’s turn to blink. “Sorry, but you speak English?”
The old woman ignored the question and instead said, “The art store is two blocks down that way!”
“Thank you so much!” Shannon gave a hasty bow, and ran in the pointed direction, giving a mental prayer, hoping her cell phone would still be there.
One block…. Two blocks…
BAM!!
“Ouch!” accompanied by an, “Ittai!!” paint supplies and the contents of Shannon’s purse scattered on the street.
“Just great!” Shannon muttered, trying to help clean up, picking up everything off the floor. “Just… perfect.” She stopped and froze.
The man helping her retrieved the scattered items exclaimed, “Sumimasen.”
Shannon closed her eyes a brief instant, and fluttered them open. “Holy ---.”
The man looked up, and seemed to register that Shannon wasn’t Japanese. “Uh… ano… pa-don! I - sorry.”
The short, yet rather good-looking young man finished picking up the paints, spilled make up, and Shannon’s passport and wallet, while she sat there, stunned. Finally, he rose to stand, and so did she.
“Maou.” She finally spoke.
The man’s eyes flew to her face, astonished.
“Maou… I mean, Ohno. You’re Ohno,” she repeated, her excitement growing with each word, still incredulous.
Ohno started to look around on the streets, slightly panicked, in case other people might identify him. He glanced curiously at Shannon. “You know who I am?” he asked in Japanese.
Shannon understood “I” and “know”.
“Hai!” she said. Then answered. “Arashi. You are… part of Arashi.”
Ohno was growing all the more amazed by the minute. “Hai, hai.” He mumbled, eyes wide. “I am part of Arashi,” he said quietly, so that no eavesdroppers would listen.
“My name is Shannon,” she held out her hand to shake, which surprised Ohno, who reached out to shake hers. His hands were warm and slightly calloused - probably from painting and working with clay all the time. Shannon could barely breathe, let alone think of what to say. Ohno quickly said some things in rapid-fire Japanese she couldn’t understand, except for the words, “Arashi concert” and “thank you”.
“No, thank you, Ohno,” she said, before Ohno gave a quick bow, and hurried away.
Shannon only could stand still, her legs slightly trembling over what just happened. “Oh… my… god,” she slowly came back to her senses. She just met Ohno. Ohno!!! She had to text her friends about this. She had to - she still had to go find her phone!
Shannon had forgotten all about it, thanks to the whole accident. Luckily the store she was looking for was right next to the art supply store, as she remembered. She asked the clerk behind the counter, and the young girl politely said someone had turned it in earlier.
Shannon clutched her phone and said a sincerely thank you, before heading back out.
She had to sit down for a second and let this all sink in. There was a small café bistro, so Shannon went in and got a cup of coffee. As she sat outside, sipping her coffee and lit up her cigarette, she felt a little more relaxed. “I got to call Nicole and Angela…” So many people to tell. And no one was going to believe this.
Just then a cell phone went off. It took Shannon a minute to realize it was coming from inside her purse. Funny, that wasn’t her ring tone.
She pulled a slightly worn, but trendy blue Japanese cellular. Now, how did that get there?
Cautiously, she clicked the green button to answer, and held the phone to her ear.
The answer was a stream of Japanese, but this time slightly slower so that she understood - “Ohno-kun, you idiot, why didn’t you pick up your phone? We’re supposed to meet at Yakizuka’s at one, so where are you.”
Shannon, if she was about to drop the phone before, did so now. Or rather, it slipped from her frozen fingers. Luckily he managed to catch it in the split second.
“Moshi-moshi? Hello? Ohno??” the voice - Nino’s voice - on the other end demanded an answer. He sounded annoyed.
This day was getting weirder and more surreal as the moments passed by.
Shannon cleared her throat. “Ano… Ohno isn’t here right now.” She told Nino in Japanese.
There was a sudden silence on the other end. Nino must have been in quite a shock, and as the silence dragged on, Shannon was worried that he’d hung up on her, but just as she went to turn off the phone, she heard Nino’s voice crack as he asked, “Um. Who is this?”
“Shannon,” she automatically answered.
If he was surprised she was a gaijin, he didn’t sound like it. “Do you know where Ohno might be?” he asked politely.
“No, sorry,” she said, and explained. “Ohno dropped his phone accidentally and I picked it up.”
“I see,” Nino said, and the slightly note of suspicion in Nino’s voice didn’t sit well with Shannon at all.
“I didn’t steal it from him, if that’s what you’re thinking,” she immediately said. Shannon may be an Arashi fan, but that didn’t mean she’d be crazy enough to steal something like Ohno’s phone. “Look, if you want, I can mail this to Ohno or whatever. I don’t want him to have to go out and buy a new one because he lost this one.”
“Hum… true. So you say Ohno dropped this. So you must have seen him around, yes?”
“Yeah. I accidentally bumped into him outside the art supply store at --.”
“That’s not to far from where I am, actually,” he said thoughtfully.
“Look, I’m not a stalker or anything, but do you want to meet up and I can give you his phone. I’m sure you’ll meet up with him later and can give it to him then.”
Shannon heard a lingering silence as Nino debated her offer in his mind.
“Maybe. How abut we meet at that art store?”
“Sounds good,” Shannon agreed.
“See you soon.”
“See you.”
By the time Shannon returned to the art store where she’d met Ohno, she was not surprised to see Nino standing there waiting for her. “Whoa - she really is a gaijin,” he said, amazed.
`What Shannon was surprised to find was Ohno standing beside him.
Ohno took three eager steps towards Shannon and asked her earnestly, “Do you have it? Have you seen my phone?”
Nino hung back and said, “Of course she does, you idiot! I told you, I called her on it earlier today.”
Shannon held out the cell phone. “This it?”
Ohno was so overjoyed and relieved. “Thank you!” He took the cell phone and put it in his pocket, and then took Shannon’s hand in both of his. “Really, thank you!”
“Mo! Are you done yet?” Nino rolled his eyes.
“I told you she wasn’t a stalker!” Ohno shot Nino a dirty look from over his shoulder, and looked back at Shannon, before giving her a deep bow. “Thank you so much!”
“Don’t worry about it,” Shannon waved her hand, already embarrassed by Ohno’s profuse thanking. “It was nothing.”
Ohno flipped open the phone and checked for missed calls, before looking up. “Do you mind me asking…” he said slightly shyly. “Where are you staying here, in Tokyo?”
“Eh??!!” Both Shannon and Nino exclaimed at the same time, shocked.
Ohno scowled. “I just want to send her a proper thank you card.”
“Yeah, right.”
“It’s okay,” Shannon said, still feeling faint from the request. “I’ll give it to you.” She took out a piece of paper and started scribbling.
“She may not be the stalker type,” Nino quipped sarcastically. “But I get the feeling you are.”
“Urusai yo!” Ohno exclaimed, taking the paper Shannon handed him.
“Well, it was nice meeting you, Shannon,” the both said.
“Thanks, same,” she answered, with a short bow, and they all walked away.
Chapter 1
It was a sunny afternoon in downtown Tokyo. The cherry blossoms had yet to bloom, and the smell of spring was wafting in the air -
“Crap!!!” Shannon snapped closed her purse, and looked up. “I forgot cell phone.” She murmured and dashed down the street back to the store where she had just been earlier, purchasing some souvenirs and gifts for her friends.
Being in a foreign country, barely knowing the language, and being without a cell phone was decidedly going to put Shan at a disadvantage until she got her cell back.
“Where is it? Where is it?” she murmured, trying to read the barely comprehensible signs. What was nearby the shop, she thought. There was a sushi restaurant, an art store… “Oh yeah!” she exclaimed, earning a few odd stares from on-lookers. The shop was next to the art supply store.
“Suimasen,” she tried, turning to the first person nearby - in this case, it was a slightly elderly lady. “Art store wa… um… doko desu ka?” She blanked. How did you say art in Japanese again? She tried gesturing as if she was with a paint brush. “Picaso...?” she hinted.
“Eh?” the old woman looked at her. “Are you looking for the art supply store?”
It was Shannon’s turn to blink. “Sorry, but you speak English?”
The old woman ignored the question and instead said, “The art store is two blocks down that way!”
“Thank you so much!” Shannon gave a hasty bow, and ran in the pointed direction, giving a mental prayer, hoping her cell phone would still be there.
One block…. Two blocks…
BAM!!
“Ouch!” accompanied by an, “Ittai!!” paint supplies and the contents of Shannon’s purse scattered on the street.
“Just great!” Shannon muttered, trying to help clean up, picking up everything off the floor. “Just… perfect.” She stopped and froze.
The man helping her retrieved the scattered items exclaimed, “Sumimasen.”
Shannon closed her eyes a brief instant, and fluttered them open. “Holy ---.”
The man looked up, and seemed to register that Shannon wasn’t Japanese. “Uh… ano… pa-don! I - sorry.”
The short, yet rather good-looking young man finished picking up the paints, spilled make up, and Shannon’s passport and wallet, while she sat there, stunned. Finally, he rose to stand, and so did she.
“Maou.” She finally spoke.
The man’s eyes flew to her face, astonished.
“Maou… I mean, Ohno. You’re Ohno,” she repeated, her excitement growing with each word, still incredulous.
Ohno started to look around on the streets, slightly panicked, in case other people might identify him. He glanced curiously at Shannon. “You know who I am?” he asked in Japanese.
Shannon understood “I” and “know”.
“Hai!” she said. Then answered. “Arashi. You are… part of Arashi.”
Ohno was growing all the more amazed by the minute. “Hai, hai.” He mumbled, eyes wide. “I am part of Arashi,” he said quietly, so that no eavesdroppers would listen.
“My name is Shannon,” she held out her hand to shake, which surprised Ohno, who reached out to shake hers. His hands were warm and slightly calloused - probably from painting and working with clay all the time. Shannon could barely breathe, let alone think of what to say. Ohno quickly said some things in rapid-fire Japanese she couldn’t understand, except for the words, “Arashi concert” and “thank you”.
“No, thank you, Ohno,” she said, before Ohno gave a quick bow, and hurried away.
Shannon only could stand still, her legs slightly trembling over what just happened. “Oh… my… god,” she slowly came back to her senses. She just met Ohno. Ohno!!! She had to text her friends about this. She had to - she still had to go find her phone!
Shannon had forgotten all about it, thanks to the whole accident. Luckily the store she was looking for was right next to the art supply store, as she remembered. She asked the clerk behind the counter, and the young girl politely said someone had turned it in earlier.
Shannon clutched her phone and said a sincerely thank you, before heading back out.
She had to sit down for a second and let this all sink in. There was a small café bistro, so Shannon went in and got a cup of coffee. As she sat outside, sipping her coffee and lit up her cigarette, she felt a little more relaxed. “I got to call Nicole and Angela…” So many people to tell. And no one was going to believe this.
Just then a cell phone went off. It took Shannon a minute to realize it was coming from inside her purse. Funny, that wasn’t her ring tone.
She pulled a slightly worn, but trendy blue Japanese cellular. Now, how did that get there?
Cautiously, she clicked the green button to answer, and held the phone to her ear.
The answer was a stream of Japanese, but this time slightly slower so that she understood - “Ohno-kun, you idiot, why didn’t you pick up your phone? We’re supposed to meet at Yakizuka’s at one, so where are you.”
Shannon, if she was about to drop the phone before, did so now. Or rather, it slipped from her frozen fingers. Luckily he managed to catch it in the split second.
“Moshi-moshi? Hello? Ohno??” the voice - Nino’s voice - on the other end demanded an answer. He sounded annoyed.
This day was getting weirder and more surreal as the moments passed by.
Shannon cleared her throat. “Ano… Ohno isn’t here right now.” She told Nino in Japanese.
There was a sudden silence on the other end. Nino must have been in quite a shock, and as the silence dragged on, Shannon was worried that he’d hung up on her, but just as she went to turn off the phone, she heard Nino’s voice crack as he asked, “Um. Who is this?”
“Shannon,” she automatically answered.
If he was surprised she was a gaijin, he didn’t sound like it. “Do you know where Ohno might be?” he asked politely.
“No, sorry,” she said, and explained. “Ohno dropped his phone accidentally and I picked it up.”
“I see,” Nino said, and the slightly note of suspicion in Nino’s voice didn’t sit well with Shannon at all.
“I didn’t steal it from him, if that’s what you’re thinking,” she immediately said. Shannon may be an Arashi fan, but that didn’t mean she’d be crazy enough to steal something like Ohno’s phone. “Look, if you want, I can mail this to Ohno or whatever. I don’t want him to have to go out and buy a new one because he lost this one.”
“Hum… true. So you say Ohno dropped this. So you must have seen him around, yes?”
“Yeah. I accidentally bumped into him outside the art supply store at --.”
“That’s not to far from where I am, actually,” he said thoughtfully.
“Look, I’m not a stalker or anything, but do you want to meet up and I can give you his phone. I’m sure you’ll meet up with him later and can give it to him then.”
Shannon heard a lingering silence as Nino debated her offer in his mind.
“Maybe. How abut we meet at that art store?”
“Sounds good,” Shannon agreed.
“See you soon.”
“See you.”
By the time Shannon returned to the art store where she’d met Ohno, she was not surprised to see Nino standing there waiting for her. “Whoa - she really is a gaijin,” he said, amazed.
`What Shannon was surprised to find was Ohno standing beside him.
Ohno took three eager steps towards Shannon and asked her earnestly, “Do you have it? Have you seen my phone?”
Nino hung back and said, “Of course she does, you idiot! I told you, I called her on it earlier today.”
Shannon held out the cell phone. “This it?”
Ohno was so overjoyed and relieved. “Thank you!” He took the cell phone and put it in his pocket, and then took Shannon’s hand in both of his. “Really, thank you!”
“Mo! Are you done yet?” Nino rolled his eyes.
“I told you she wasn’t a stalker!” Ohno shot Nino a dirty look from over his shoulder, and looked back at Shannon, before giving her a deep bow. “Thank you so much!”
“Don’t worry about it,” Shannon waved her hand, already embarrassed by Ohno’s profuse thanking. “It was nothing.”
Ohno flipped open the phone and checked for missed calls, before looking up. “Do you mind me asking…” he said slightly shyly. “Where are you staying here, in Tokyo?”
“Eh??!!” Both Shannon and Nino exclaimed at the same time, shocked.
Ohno scowled. “I just want to send her a proper thank you card.”
“Yeah, right.”
“It’s okay,” Shannon said, still feeling faint from the request. “I’ll give it to you.” She took out a piece of paper and started scribbling.
“She may not be the stalker type,” Nino quipped sarcastically. “But I get the feeling you are.”
“Urusai yo!” Ohno exclaimed, taking the paper Shannon handed him.
“Well, it was nice meeting you, Shannon,” the both said.
“Thanks, same,” she answered, with a short bow, and they all walked away.