Less Than Three

She spent her entire life living behind a computer screen. He lived his entire life out in the open. And then, they came together on a little chatroom. And to think, that love started with a simple less than three. Kyoya x OC.

By Adaelie

Author's Note; All of my readers know by now that I'm obsessive when it comes to my stories. And I get even worse when muse smacks me in the back of the head and makes me write another story. Even while I haven't finished my others. Haha, anyway. Just bear with me for this story. And I apologize ahead of time if I make Kyoya slightly out of character. I'm going to try as hard as I possibly can, honestly. I decided to make another story, since 'Just About Insane' is close to an ending. And honestly, I don't want to lose sight of why I enjoy writing fanfiction. Hey, for all you know, the start of this story might revive my motivation to update 'Princes and Frogs' and 'Just About Insane' more often! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this story. After all, if you've read all my stories thus far, you probably do right? No? Eh, alright then.

fireflight__ has logged on.

__k.o has logged on.

fireflight__: Hey K.O. What's up? c':
__k.o: Nothing of importance, I suppose.

fireflight__: Okay, then. So what are you doing?

__k.o: Managing finances for the Host Club.

fireflight__: Oh, that's right isn't it? You're in a Host Club.

__k.o: I believe I just said that.

fireflight__: Haha, I forgot.

__k.o: ...?

fireflight__: I almost forgot. I'm starting at Ouran tomorrow!

__k.o: You are, aren't you?

fireflight__: I believe I just said that.

__k.o: …shut up.

fireflight__: I know you are, but what am I?

__k.o: I swear, you can be more immature than Tamaki is sometimes.

fireflight__: Yeah, yeah. Anyway, I have to get going.

__k.o: Alright. Bye. See you tomorrow.

fireflight__: Oh, wait! Where's the Host Club at?

__k.o: Ask any of the girls you see tomorrow. You could find out from them.

fireflight__: Okay, see you tomorrow!

__k.o: Bye.

fireflight__: 3

__k.o has logged off.

fireflight__ has logged off.

I slid back from my desk, getting onto my feet. "Nanako, dinner's ready." My mother said, peeping her head into my room innocently. I assumed she had been waiting there the entire time while I was typing. "Alright mom, I'll be down in a second." I said, nodding slowly as my mother slipped out of the room and down the stairs. I brushed my hair out, and slid back to my computer. I checked my various websites for any sort of activity before getting onto my feet again. It was one of the few rarities that I'd ever go down to eat with my parents. Actually, my entire family to be honest. I pretty much lived my entire life in my room. At first my parents had said it was unhealthy for me to never go outside for more than an hour a day.

But after a while, they had come to terms with it.

I had stopped going to private schools when I was eight. From there on, I just stayed home and got home schooled. And at times, I'd take several courses online when my parents couldn't teach me a thing or two. Given, my family had enough money to hire me a bunch of tutors; but I insisted that I didn't need them. After all, my parents were funding my sister's trip around the world and paying for my brother's 'special' school.

I went down the stairs and walked into the dining room. It was relatively small. My parents never did like being overly extravagant. Simplicity was beauty in my mother's eyes, and my father never argued against it. He loved her too much after all. I sat across my brother and next to my mother. "Hideki," I said, as my brother lifted his head up to look at me. "Nana!" He exclaimed cheerfully. I laughed in response, at least before leaning over the table and dabbing the crumbs of his sandwich off of his face. "Be more neat and careful when you're eating, alright Hideki?" He nodded. "I'm sowwy, Nana."

"Are you excited to start going to Ouran tomorrow? If I remember correctly, you already have a friend there yes?" My father said, looking at me now. "I don't really know who he is." I laughed a bit nervously as my father jumped onto his feet and slammed his hands down onto the table. "A boy? THAT YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW!? I forbid you from going to that school-!" He shouted, although he tried to refrain from sounding angry with me in the presence of my little brother, who would only end up crying if he heard yelling. "Calm down, Akito." My mother said, ushering my father down from his current rage spiral. "Ah, right. Right."

The rest of the dinner was silent, only a few mumbles here and there from my parents or brother. I slid back in my chair. "Night everyone." I mumbled. "Nana! Nana!" I turned to look at Hideki. "Yes?" I answered. "Can you read me a bedtime story, Nana?" I shook my head. "No, I can't Hideki." I said, frowning. "But Nana!" He began to cry, but I came up with whatever I could. "But maybe mom can read you a story, okay?" He sniffled. "Why, Nana?" I frowned. "I have to go to school like you tomorrow, too. So I have to go to sleep early, right?" He brightened up and nodded his head cheerfully. I smiled before leaving to go to my room.

I fumbled into my room, checking my websites one last time before shutting it off and climbing into bed. Tomorrow would be a big day. After years, I'd finally go back to my life in public.