[Multi-Chapter]: Chobits 1/?
Title:Chobits
Chapter:1/?
Pairings:OhnoxNino
Genre/Rating:AU, Humor, Fluff, Romance, Sci-fi/PG-13
Disclaimer:Idea taken from original manga Chobits by Clamp. Almost all the quotes are from the manga as well.
Word Count:1766
Summary:Ohno Satoshi, the computer illiterate young man who lives in the 22nd century full of androids everywhere?! What will happen when this young man meets one android that was meant to be thrown away?
A/N:The plot will go exactly like the manga, but there will be some changes cause this is my story. I don't plan on making chobits seem weird. Just decided to share because it was my first manga that I came to love. If you don't wanna read this, then don't. Edited in 2014
Fanfic Masterpost
Persocom: a short term used to abbreviate personal computers. In the 22nd century, it’s characterized as an expensive android, a more convenient personal computer as a part of the popular culture originating in Japan.
\\\♥///
It was fairly busy out in the streets as he walked out of Yorokonde1. Exhausted businessmen and women alike trudged through the streets, stress and workload weighing over their shoulders. A few pushed past him and walked into Yorokonde without giving him a glance, while others decided to enter cabarets or host clubs. On the other hand, there were college students who wanted nothing but to have fun this very night.
Nineteen-year-old Ohno Satoshi would have been in that position, too. If only he had studied harder for those university entrance exams, he wouldn’t be stuck with a part-time job to pay for his cram school tuition and apartment rent. But that was only half of his problems: he was jealous of everyone around him because everywhere he looked, he couldn’t escape it. They were called Persocoms, human-like computers that were extremely expensive. And Ohno couldn’t afford it. Heck, all he had was a small hand-me-down TV from his grandparents, an old 21st century landline telephone from the provided by his parents back home in the countryside, and a 21st century DVD player given to him by his landlady. He felt so completely out of date, literally.
He sighed. The least he could do right now was a job well done so he can finally go home and rest for the day.
“I took the trash out,” he announced as he reentered the izayaka2. And all that’s left was to change out of his suit uniform and head on home. However, on his way to the staff changing room, he paused by the ajar office door.
Ohno couldn’t help but peek inside since he heard all about the boss’s new persocom from his coworkers earlier this morning. He heard that it was a gorgeous and innocent-looking female persocom, probably one of the new models manufactured this year, that the boss bought with his own money. Wow, he must be stinkin’ rich.
“What, are you into these things?”
He didn’t even notice that he walked in. No wonder he could clearly see the persocom: she looked like any normal human being aside from their superficial beauty and odd shaped ears sticking to the sides of their head.
“No… it’s not like that…” Ohno chuckled nervously as he scratched the back of his head. He didn’t want to seem like a total pervert or anything like that, especially if they were talking about persocoms.
“Well this baby’s great! She’s the latest release from ''Beta-A.” His boss boasted proudly as his eyes surveyed the persocom from top to bottom. “She’s got a fast booting time and internet is included, too. If you’re going to get one, make sure it’s the latest model.”
“Uh… I-I’ll think about it…” He lied. He has thought about it a million times ever since he moved to Tokyo a last month, but it’s not like he could tell his boss that he was broke. It was embarrassing! For now, he left it as that. Home was awaiting.
\\\♥///
The bus fare seemed as expensive as the latest persocom model, and all he had was spare change in his pocket. It was only enough to buy probably half a can of soda from the vending machines. He shouldn’t have wasted it all on the melon bread and milk he had for lunch this afternoon… Oh, well. Walking home didn’t seem like a bad idea.
The streets on the way home was still as busy as if there was still daylight. Back home, people were already even before asleep at 10PM since they had farmwork to tend to in the morning. It took some getting used to seeing this many people up at night, but at least he won't walk home alone every night.
Along the way, however, he stopped in front of a persocom store. He spotted the same model his boss had resting peacefully as if asleep behind the glass window, and a couple of more others of different genders displayed. “Huh… a persocom…” he muttered to himself as he studied every model displayed.
"Like I'm going to spend money on that!" He snapped angrily as he brought his fist into the air. "Me! The forever broke!" He was busy being angry at the world that he didn't notice eyes were turned towards his direction. "I want a persocom! I want to send e-mails! I want to look at internet porn sites!"
It wasn't until he was pushed aside that he realized he felt eyes on him. Ohno covered his face in shame as he quietly apologized to everyone. This time, he whispered to himself, "I'm talking to myself more and more everyday now. Living alone has done a job on me..."
whether it's at school or at work, I'm the only guy who doesn't have a persocom, he thought dejectedly as he stared at the price displayed for a certain model. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw that it cost about one hundred thousand yen. Sighing, he walked from the store, afraid that his desire would consume him, and took a turn to the alleway.
"I really want one since they come in human form and everything. It’s not like I’m going to find one lying around here,” he scoffed. As if that was ever going to--
Ohno jerked to a stop when he saw something from the corner of his eyes, except it wasn’t a something. It was someone -- a young man, probably around Ohno’s age -- wrapped in large white bandages, lying among the pile of trash stacked against a grungy wall. He began to panic as he paced back and forth, his eyes fixed on the inert body. Was it a murder?!
“I should call the police and--” Ohno laughed bitterly. “I don’t even have a damn phone.”
He took another glance at the body as he was about to head out, when he jerked to a stop and took a second good look at the body. The man had a small, diamond face with low cheekbones and a narrow square-shaped chin. His low, straight eyebrows complemented his small almond eyes. His black hair was thin and straight compared to Ohno’s usually gelled hairdo. To Ohno, the man seemed almost girls with his small thin, pink lips, and a small button-like nose. Even his skin was milky white, a skin that most women envied. The most distinctive feature on his face was the tiny mole on his chin and somehow it made the persocom seem more unique; he knew for sure that other persocoms didn't have those tiny features. However, upon a closer look Ohno noticed his ears. It wasn’t in the shape of a normal human being’s but a persocom: bell-shaped ears on either side of its head; the top part of the ear was matte white, while the bottom was a bright yellow. It most definitely was a persocom.
Ohno sighed in relief. So it wasn’t a murder, but…
“H-hold on a moment. So if a persocom…” He pointed towards the humanoid robot, and then the trash pile. “...Which means!”
Ohno seized the body into his arms and hugged onto it tightly as if his life depended on it. “Nobody will mind if I take it, right? Right?!” Not that anyone would care anymore since it was obvious that the person who owned this persocom had gotten rid of it already. “Well, it is a good thing to recycle anyway…”
He hauled the persocom off the floor, and boy did he underestimate its weight. It weighed like a refrigerator and this was definitely not a one-man job. But it was worth a try to break his back because he finally has his own persocom. Oh, how he can’t wait to boast about it to everyone. As he staggered to stand up, he failed to notice a small compact disc slip out of the persocom’s binds. He was just too excited and couldn’t wait to bring his new found treasure back home.
\\\♥///
As soon as he closed his apartment door behind him, he gently placed the persocom on the floor and slumped besides it. He was exhausted from carrying the persocom and from the walk home; it felt like he had done a week’s worth of workout.
Once he caught up with his breath, he eyed the persocom.“It’s strange, though, he looks brand new. Maybe this one probably had some weird defect and got trashed? What a waste. Hmm, let’s see about how to turn you on…”
Four hours had passed and Ohno felt like pulling at his hairs. It was frustrating enough that he had no clue about technology, but being unable to turn the persocom on made him feel like he shouldn’t exist in this century. “I’ve pushed everything that looks like a switch. Everything! And the only place that’s left is… Is…” Ohno slowly brought his eyes down to the area below the waist and gulped. “I-it can’t be… How can that be possible?!”
He chuckled nervously, his eyes going back and forth from that specific area to anywhere in his room. “I-it’s not like it’s a bad thing. I mean, I am a guy and… No. Just, no. This is too awkward.” But Ohno couldn’t keep stalling himself from the first thing that probably gave him full access to porn sites. Not now.
Ohno felt his cheeks grow hot as he turned away and slowly brought his finger towards that specific area. Seconds later, he felt his a small button underneath his finger and a loud click resounded throughout the small room.
Ohno’s eyes immediately landed on the persocom’s as it stirred and then broke free from its binding. The persocom blinked a few times before its eyes fell on Ohno’s surprised face.
“Nino?” the persocom said, in a high curious tone. He crawled closer towards Ohno with innocent and curious eyes roaming his body. “Nino…”
“Nino? Is that your name?” Ohno questioned the persocom, but the persocom ignored him as he continued to stare at Ohno in wonder.
“Nino…” the persocom mumbled quietly before he smiled and threw himself on Ohno.
On the other hand, Ohno was unable to mutter a single word as the persocom snuggled comfortably on Ohno. He could feel the persocom’s skin on him, so real and soft as if he was a real human being.
Finally, a persocom of my own.
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A/N: I won't be updating everyday like I did last month, but I will once winter break starts.
Comments are loved. :D
1. lit. My Pleasure
2. lit. a type of Japanese drinking establishment. In this case, Yorokonde is a chain izayaka: often large and offers an extensive selection of food and drink, allowing it to host big, sometimes rowdy, parties.
Chapter:1/?
Pairings:OhnoxNino
Genre/Rating:AU, Humor, Fluff, Romance, Sci-fi/PG-13
Disclaimer:Idea taken from original manga Chobits by Clamp. Almost all the quotes are from the manga as well.
Word Count:1766
Summary:Ohno Satoshi, the computer illiterate young man who lives in the 22nd century full of androids everywhere?! What will happen when this young man meets one android that was meant to be thrown away?
A/N:The plot will go exactly like the manga, but there will be some changes cause this is my story. I don't plan on making chobits seem weird. Just decided to share because it was my first manga that I came to love. If you don't wanna read this, then don't. Edited in 2014
Fanfic Masterpost
Persocom: a short term used to abbreviate personal computers. In the 22nd century, it’s characterized as an expensive android, a more convenient personal computer as a part of the popular culture originating in Japan.
\\\♥///
It was fairly busy out in the streets as he walked out of Yorokonde1. Exhausted businessmen and women alike trudged through the streets, stress and workload weighing over their shoulders. A few pushed past him and walked into Yorokonde without giving him a glance, while others decided to enter cabarets or host clubs. On the other hand, there were college students who wanted nothing but to have fun this very night.
Nineteen-year-old Ohno Satoshi would have been in that position, too. If only he had studied harder for those university entrance exams, he wouldn’t be stuck with a part-time job to pay for his cram school tuition and apartment rent. But that was only half of his problems: he was jealous of everyone around him because everywhere he looked, he couldn’t escape it. They were called Persocoms, human-like computers that were extremely expensive. And Ohno couldn’t afford it. Heck, all he had was a small hand-me-down TV from his grandparents, an old 21st century landline telephone from the provided by his parents back home in the countryside, and a 21st century DVD player given to him by his landlady. He felt so completely out of date, literally.
He sighed. The least he could do right now was a job well done so he can finally go home and rest for the day.
“I took the trash out,” he announced as he reentered the izayaka2. And all that’s left was to change out of his suit uniform and head on home. However, on his way to the staff changing room, he paused by the ajar office door.
Ohno couldn’t help but peek inside since he heard all about the boss’s new persocom from his coworkers earlier this morning. He heard that it was a gorgeous and innocent-looking female persocom, probably one of the new models manufactured this year, that the boss bought with his own money. Wow, he must be stinkin’ rich.
“What, are you into these things?”
He didn’t even notice that he walked in. No wonder he could clearly see the persocom: she looked like any normal human being aside from their superficial beauty and odd shaped ears sticking to the sides of their head.
“No… it’s not like that…” Ohno chuckled nervously as he scratched the back of his head. He didn’t want to seem like a total pervert or anything like that, especially if they were talking about persocoms.
“Well this baby’s great! She’s the latest release from ''Beta-A.” His boss boasted proudly as his eyes surveyed the persocom from top to bottom. “She’s got a fast booting time and internet is included, too. If you’re going to get one, make sure it’s the latest model.”
“Uh… I-I’ll think about it…” He lied. He has thought about it a million times ever since he moved to Tokyo a last month, but it’s not like he could tell his boss that he was broke. It was embarrassing! For now, he left it as that. Home was awaiting.
\\\♥///
The bus fare seemed as expensive as the latest persocom model, and all he had was spare change in his pocket. It was only enough to buy probably half a can of soda from the vending machines. He shouldn’t have wasted it all on the melon bread and milk he had for lunch this afternoon… Oh, well. Walking home didn’t seem like a bad idea.
The streets on the way home was still as busy as if there was still daylight. Back home, people were already even before asleep at 10PM since they had farmwork to tend to in the morning. It took some getting used to seeing this many people up at night, but at least he won't walk home alone every night.
Along the way, however, he stopped in front of a persocom store. He spotted the same model his boss had resting peacefully as if asleep behind the glass window, and a couple of more others of different genders displayed. “Huh… a persocom…” he muttered to himself as he studied every model displayed.
"Like I'm going to spend money on that!" He snapped angrily as he brought his fist into the air. "Me! The forever broke!" He was busy being angry at the world that he didn't notice eyes were turned towards his direction. "I want a persocom! I want to send e-mails! I want to look at internet porn sites!"
It wasn't until he was pushed aside that he realized he felt eyes on him. Ohno covered his face in shame as he quietly apologized to everyone. This time, he whispered to himself, "I'm talking to myself more and more everyday now. Living alone has done a job on me..."
whether it's at school or at work, I'm the only guy who doesn't have a persocom, he thought dejectedly as he stared at the price displayed for a certain model. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw that it cost about one hundred thousand yen. Sighing, he walked from the store, afraid that his desire would consume him, and took a turn to the alleway.
"I really want one since they come in human form and everything. It’s not like I’m going to find one lying around here,” he scoffed. As if that was ever going to--
Ohno jerked to a stop when he saw something from the corner of his eyes, except it wasn’t a something. It was someone -- a young man, probably around Ohno’s age -- wrapped in large white bandages, lying among the pile of trash stacked against a grungy wall. He began to panic as he paced back and forth, his eyes fixed on the inert body. Was it a murder?!
“I should call the police and--” Ohno laughed bitterly. “I don’t even have a damn phone.”
He took another glance at the body as he was about to head out, when he jerked to a stop and took a second good look at the body. The man had a small, diamond face with low cheekbones and a narrow square-shaped chin. His low, straight eyebrows complemented his small almond eyes. His black hair was thin and straight compared to Ohno’s usually gelled hairdo. To Ohno, the man seemed almost girls with his small thin, pink lips, and a small button-like nose. Even his skin was milky white, a skin that most women envied. The most distinctive feature on his face was the tiny mole on his chin and somehow it made the persocom seem more unique; he knew for sure that other persocoms didn't have those tiny features. However, upon a closer look Ohno noticed his ears. It wasn’t in the shape of a normal human being’s but a persocom: bell-shaped ears on either side of its head; the top part of the ear was matte white, while the bottom was a bright yellow. It most definitely was a persocom.
Ohno sighed in relief. So it wasn’t a murder, but…
“H-hold on a moment. So if a persocom…” He pointed towards the humanoid robot, and then the trash pile. “...Which means!”
Ohno seized the body into his arms and hugged onto it tightly as if his life depended on it. “Nobody will mind if I take it, right? Right?!” Not that anyone would care anymore since it was obvious that the person who owned this persocom had gotten rid of it already. “Well, it is a good thing to recycle anyway…”
He hauled the persocom off the floor, and boy did he underestimate its weight. It weighed like a refrigerator and this was definitely not a one-man job. But it was worth a try to break his back because he finally has his own persocom. Oh, how he can’t wait to boast about it to everyone. As he staggered to stand up, he failed to notice a small compact disc slip out of the persocom’s binds. He was just too excited and couldn’t wait to bring his new found treasure back home.
\\\♥///
As soon as he closed his apartment door behind him, he gently placed the persocom on the floor and slumped besides it. He was exhausted from carrying the persocom and from the walk home; it felt like he had done a week’s worth of workout.
Once he caught up with his breath, he eyed the persocom.“It’s strange, though, he looks brand new. Maybe this one probably had some weird defect and got trashed? What a waste. Hmm, let’s see about how to turn you on…”
Four hours had passed and Ohno felt like pulling at his hairs. It was frustrating enough that he had no clue about technology, but being unable to turn the persocom on made him feel like he shouldn’t exist in this century. “I’ve pushed everything that looks like a switch. Everything! And the only place that’s left is… Is…” Ohno slowly brought his eyes down to the area below the waist and gulped. “I-it can’t be… How can that be possible?!”
He chuckled nervously, his eyes going back and forth from that specific area to anywhere in his room. “I-it’s not like it’s a bad thing. I mean, I am a guy and… No. Just, no. This is too awkward.” But Ohno couldn’t keep stalling himself from the first thing that probably gave him full access to porn sites. Not now.
Ohno felt his cheeks grow hot as he turned away and slowly brought his finger towards that specific area. Seconds later, he felt his a small button underneath his finger and a loud click resounded throughout the small room.
Ohno’s eyes immediately landed on the persocom’s as it stirred and then broke free from its binding. The persocom blinked a few times before its eyes fell on Ohno’s surprised face.
“Nino?” the persocom said, in a high curious tone. He crawled closer towards Ohno with innocent and curious eyes roaming his body. “Nino…”
“Nino? Is that your name?” Ohno questioned the persocom, but the persocom ignored him as he continued to stare at Ohno in wonder.
“Nino…” the persocom mumbled quietly before he smiled and threw himself on Ohno.
On the other hand, Ohno was unable to mutter a single word as the persocom snuggled comfortably on Ohno. He could feel the persocom’s skin on him, so real and soft as if he was a real human being.
Finally, a persocom of my own.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: I won't be updating everyday like I did last month, but I will once winter break starts.
Comments are loved. :D
1. lit. My Pleasure
2. lit. a type of Japanese drinking establishment. In this case, Yorokonde is a chain izayaka: often large and offers an extensive selection of food and drink, allowing it to host big, sometimes rowdy, parties.