Less Than Three

She spent her entire life 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; Hey everyone! I got such great feedback a day after I published this story, so I'm praying that this will go well. Haha, anyway; since fanfiction hasn't sent me any emails about reviews (although I can clearly see they're there), my replies are going to follow this little spiel. Anyway, for the reader's knowledge; there is something wrong with Hideki, and I'm not going to tell you what. At least not until the later chapters, and well yes. I've been planning this chapter for the past two days and it shall be full of epic win. Maybe.

-YouStoleMyName-: I think it's the first review? I wouldn't know. I'm a complete moron sometimes, haha. And thanks so much, I hope this story goes well. Happy Late Holidays!

Asami Yuu: Well, I'd tell you but I'd be releasing spoilers, don't you think? And haha, totally. I guess it was a normal reaction for her dad to go on a rampage. Nanako is meant to be nice, I guess. Still haven't discovered her entire personality.

Jessica Aroura-YourFace: I suppose so. Nanako'd be pretty pale if she spent pretty much all twenty-four hours of the day in her room. I couldn't imagine being like her. I adore my computer (named him Lunchbox!) and everything, but I can't stare at a screen for the entire day.

have-a-cookie: Yeah, I have too many stories going at once. But hey! More stuff for everyone else to read, yes? It really can't. Toto is relentless.

Walking Work of Art: I certainly hope you enjoyed what I've written so far. And hopefully I can keep up with updates without being smacked with a broom, yes?

PiPER: Haha, Hideki adores his sister. And thanks for that, I was afraid Nanako would be a bit much. Sort of. Of course, I don't know how I'd go over board, what with only have written a chapter. Anyway, thanks so much; and I'll update and hopefully finish this story as well as my other two.

…oh crap, I have two other stories I should be updating too.

Riiiiiiiiiing. Riiiiiiing.

I strolled over towards my nightstand and tapped the button gently. The alarm silenced itself as I walked towards my computer again. It almost bothered me to leave my house for the first time in years, even more so about how I looked. At home, it didn't matter; my family would see me one way or another. But the more I looked at myself in the mirror, I look almost dead. Below my copper irises, you could literally see the dark purple from my lack of sleep. I was super skinny, yes that's what most aim for; but I'm overly so. I sighed, running my fingers through my hair before shuffling towards the door. I was being reluctant, I know; but really. I couldn't imagine what it'd be like for me to finally meet K.O. Given, my parents wouldn't be all too pleased if I ended up getting kidnapped.

But Ouran was a prestigious school, and I believed it. After all, what would they kill/kidnap me for?

My parents owned a sort of franchise of bookstores. What would they have to take from me? Absolutely nothing. I turned the doorknob, and slowly exited my room. "Bye Bruiser." I mumbled, saying my farewells to my computer before going down the stairs and towards the door. I slung my bag over my shoulder, fixing the folds in my horribly ugly yellow uniform. Couldn't they have gone for something much more subtle? Something that didn't scream, 'Hey, look at me! I'm a rich kid who goes to Ouran'? But the more I thought about it, I reminded myself that most tried to show off their wealth.

My parents had already left for work, and Hideki would be at school today as well. I slipped out the door, locked it behind me, and slid into the limo. "Good morning, mistress… Dang! I didn't know it was you, Nanako!" I lifted my head, looking at my driver before laughing slightly. "Hello Katsuo," He grinned in response, at least before leaning back in his chair. I had known Katsuo since I was a child and his family were who my parents employed to drive us around from time to time. But after a while, I had stopped seeing everyone what with my constant hiding in my room. So, really it's no surprise that he's… well, surprised.

"So, where you going?" He crinkled his nose as he stared at my outfit. "In that banana looking get up?" I laughed slightly before looking at him in the eye. "I'm joining the secret organization of the rich, it's called Ouran." He gasped. "You are, really?" I slapped myself in the forehead. "Just drive me to Ouran, dumbass." He rolled his eyes, snorting in response. "You don't have to be so snippy about it, missy."

The rest of the ride was silent except for a few murmurs from Katsuo and me.

"See you later." I said, sliding back out and dragging my bag with me. Katsuo drove off, as I stood there staring at the academy in awe. I had underestimated it. The pictures I had looked up didn't even capture the complete school. Literally. The bell rang, and I came back to consciousness. I ran as quickly as I possibly could in heels, stopping for a breather in front of my (hopefully) class. The teacher poked his head out into the hall, looking for someone. Once I stood up correctly, I looked at him quietly. "Are you Nanako?" I nodded. "Come in, come in."

"Class, this is Yoshino, Nanako. She will be our new student, and is joining us for the rest of this year."

I bowed slightly, at least before looking at them all happily. "I'm Yoshino, Nanako. Feel free to call me Nanako, though. I don't mind, much." I stood there awkwardly, grinning from ear to ear. Nobody said a word, although I could feel everyone's eyes staring into my soul. They were all going to eat me, weren't they?

If not that, they were planning something. "Ah, well if no one has any questions, Nanako. Why don't you sit behind Haruhi? Haruhi, raise your hand." A brown haired fellow raised his hand, as I nodded graciously before shuffling to the desk all the way in the back. I stared ahead the entire class, biting my lower lip as I watched two people talk animatedly with Haruhi. Of course, I could only imagine they were related in some way. Hair that color did not come around often and so naturally too. That much could be assumed in the very least.

The bell rang for lunch, as everyone got up onto their feet to leave the classroom. Of course, they'd have to return sooner or later. I got onto my feet, about to leave when I noticed that Haruhi was still sitting in the classroom. "Haruhi, aren't you coming?" He looked up at me and blinked. "I always eat lunch in the classroom." He answered. "Why?" I asked. "I can't stand being around the Host Club for too long."

Why did that sound so familiar?

__k.o: Managing the 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.

I stood there in a daze for a moment or so, at least before shaking my head. "Do you know anyone who goes by K.O. at the Host Club?" I questioned. He shook his head in response. So I had been lied to? "Well, there's Kyoya-senpai. You could ask him." My eyes lit up almost immediately as I grinned from ear to ear.

I knew who I was looking for now.

The bell rang again, and I gasped. My stomach roared with such annoyance that I nearly crumbled to the ground right there and then. I hadn't eaten. I frowned, shuffling back to my seat again as Haruhi quietly cleaned up his lunch.

The rest of the day went by in a blur. I was too hungry to really focus. What? I'm a growing girl and I had my needs. Although, the more I thought about it; I couldn't imagine how I survived for hours without eating all those days. I supposed my brain went into neutral and didn't remind me to eat, which therefore made my stomach stop hurting when I didn't? My stomach growled again, and I paled before hitting my head on the desk.

The final bell rang, and I picked up my bag again and carried it out of the room. Or at least, I tried to. "Nanako, are you okay? You look a little… well, pale." I turned back and looked at one of my other female classmates. I offered a weak smile to her, and straightened up. "Ah, I'm fine. Don't worry about it. Hey, do you know where the Host Club room is?" I asked, smiling partially. She gave me the location and which hallways to be taken to get there.

My stomach growled again.

By the time I got to the third music room, the doors were still shut. I bit my lower lip in concentration. I didn't know if I should have gone in or shouldn't have. So, I simply knocked on the door gently and was answered with a blonde up in my face. "Hello my dear princess!" …what? "Ah, the host club isn't open yet; but I believe we can make an exception for such a fair maiden as you." Seriously? He sounded like something out of a medieval play. "Uh…" I mumbled as he reached out to grab my hand and tug me in.

It appeared like a normal music room, for the most part anyway. I supposed that they weren't having a theme today. Had it been a theme day, no doubt K.O. would start rambling about how expensive it is to decorate everything. He always did.

The blonde was about to open his mouth to introduce (I was assuming the rest of the Host Club) everyone to me. At first, I was going to tell him that I didn't really care and was only looking for Kyoya. But I suppose I didn't have the heart to tell him. He looked so excited after all.

"I am Tamaki Suoh, the Host Club King. I'm the princely type." Gag. "That would be Mitsukuni Haninotsuka, or Honey for short. He's the shota type." Gag. "Takashi Morinotsuka or Mori for short. The wild type." Alright, I could tolerate him. "Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin, the devilish type." Oh, that's who they were. The two ginger haired boys who sat in front of me, with Haruhi I'm sure. "Here's Kyoya Ootori, the cool type." There we go. "And Haruhi Fujioka, the natural type."

Tamaki grinned at me, at least before moving to the side slightly to introduce two other girls that I failed to notice. "And then there's Hanabi Sakurai, girlfriend to Honey." The raven haired girl waved at me slightly, at least before moving again to go talk to the loli boy. I blinked, raising an eyebrow in question as I stared at the couple. Well, at least they looked… the same age? "And this is Ayuko Koshiyako." A brunette girl appeared behind Tamaki, smiling at the blonde for a moment; looking at him for longer than she needed to.

She had a thing for him, didn't she?

"Now who would you like to request?" He began, making a large sweeping motion with his arm. "Kyoya." I answered.

Most of them had an expression of complete shock on their faces as they stared at me. At least until they moved their heads to look at Kyoya. His glasses had a glare reflecting off of them; at least before he lowered his head slightly to look at me. "Hello fireflight." He said fluidly. "Hello K.O." I answered, smiling partially.

"WHAT?!"