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. To think, that love started with a simple less than three. Kyoya x OC.

By Adaelie

Author's Note; Yes, that's right. I didn't forget about my actual stories. Of course, this means this is taking away from my precious challenge time. Haha, just kidding. Anyway, I'll attempt updating all my stories today, if not then… well, hey. I tried. If not today, then my other updates will appear no later than… next month? Just bear with me, school's going to come back and bite me in the butt so; yeah. Sorry for the late updates! Anyway, I'll shut up now; enjoy!

"You know, you aren't very creative with names." I said, raising an eyebrow at the 'cool' type. "I never said I was." He answered, typing away on his keyboard listlessly. I sighed, placing the tea cup onto the plate set up on his little table. It was interesting really. Kyoya appeared to not put up much of an act for anyone, not even me; while the more I looked at everyone else, they certainly were putting up quite the charade. Even Tamaki seemed terribly princely (even to the point where I was beginning to get charmed). Hikaru and Kaoru (who was who, I had yet to figure out but I would eventually) appeared to be madly in love. And of course, most girls fainted at the sight of it.

The stupidity of the average teenage girl never ceased to amaze me.

"You're not very good at having conversations." No answer. "You know, I can see why no one ever requests you." No answer. "You're pretty scary for a pretty boy." His knuckles turned white. "Actually, I bet it's because you never talk to anyone." No answer. "Or it might be because you're just a mean person." No answer. "Or maybe it's just because you don't like girls here." No answer. "Kyoya, are you gay?"

He turned his head to look at me, striking fear right into my very core. I supposed he found me to be a lot more annoying than he had originally thought. But it wasn't my fault, now was it? I needed to be amused most of the time. Hell, if he had been smart enough; he would have looked all my information up and know that. But the more I thought about it, I lived most of my life in my house; so it wouldn't have been surprising if he couldn't bring up any current files on me. Still, this was Kyoya Ootori; even I knew that he could hack into any sort of database and hunt me down. Creepy as that was.

"Nanako," He finally said, looking at me in an annoyed manner. I could feel the others' stares boring into the back of my head. Everyone was watching, and I was certain he knew that as well. Good, good; that would be good. Just in case he decided to commit something illegal to me, I would have witnesses. Yes, that's right.

"Yes?" I answered in the most annoyingly sugar-sweet voice I could manage. "Shut up." My face fell. "Seriously?" I answered, blinking inquisitively. "You're not going to shank me or anything?" I glanced at the cake knives in the corner of the room. I shouldn't have given him any ideas. "Why? Would you want me to?" The Ootori retorted, glancing at me. The others still stared.

"No." I answered, shrinking in my seat a little. "Good, then shut up Nanako." I shrunk a little more. He pushed his glasses up again, and looked at me. I shrunk again. "And no." He answered simply. "No to what?" I retorted, glancing at him again. "I'm not gay." Kyoya answered simply, as I rolled my eyes. "You haven't proved it. For all I know, you could be a woman in disguise." The expression on his face looked almost shocked that I would accuse him of such a thing, but then again; I wouldn't know if he had even something resembling an emotion. However, the others had collected around us two; the girls having already left. "What are you talking about, Nanako?" Tamaki laughed nervously, dragging my chair back (with me in it mind you) from the little table.

"There's no woman in disguise here." Kaoru said, laughing slightly; before paling at the idea. "Why Haruhi, you look very manly today!" The twins exclaimed, grinning at the poor brown-haired girl, yes I figured it out by now. "Shove a cork in it you two, I already know." I retorted, rolling my eyes.

"What ever do you mean, Nanako?" Tamaki said. Bad acting skills? Check. "I know Haruhi's a girl." The three gasped, at least before Haruhi rolled her eyes. "I already told you guys. I don't really care if people know what gender I am." She said, shuffling back to her table to read some more. I smiled. Thank god, there was someone logical here. Ayuko, or at least I believe that was her name, looked at me through half-lidded eyes. "Finally, someone who's smart enough to notice." She mumbled. The blonde looked at Ayuko, shocked almost before retreating to his corner of woe.

She of course reacted only by following him and patting him on the back lightly, trying to convince him that it wasn't his fault he had only noticed that she was a girl last.

I sighed, getting onto my feet and grabbing my bag. "This day turned out to be a total waste." I mumbled, shuffling out of the room and out of the door.

By the time I got home however, Hideki wasn't there to say hello to me like I expected. Neither was either of my parents. I shuffled into the kitchen and picked up a note.

It read:

"Dear Nanako:

Hi sweetie! Your father and I will be out tonight, it's our anniversary; do you remember? We're leaving you home alone, and in case you were worried we took Hideki over to your aunt's. We want you to have a great mini vacation from having to take care of Hideki and…"

The rest of the note trailed off, and I sighed. I had forgotten that my parents were leaving. I shrugged, taking no notice of it before throwing the note into the air and letting it flutter to the ground. I shuffled up the stairs, walking into my room and placing my stuff down before lying on my bed again. What was I going to do? Without Hideki, I had virtually nothing to do. Although I smiled partially as I turned on my computer before going into my room to ditch my uniform. God, I hated that yellow mess of a dress (hey that rhymed!). I changed into my pajamas before sliding back towards my computer.

I checked my websites, and opened up the chatroom I usually met Kyoya on.

Username: fireflight__

Password: ***********

…

…

Password accepted.
Welcome, fireflight__

Friends Online: 1

1 New Email in Inbox.

fireflight__: Hey Kyoya.

__k.o: What Nanako?

fireflight__: Someone's a little cranky today.

__k.o: You would know why.

fireflight__: I would know why…? How so?
__k.o: Because of your constant pestering in my personal affairs, we had to send the girls home earlier today; and because of that we lost quite a bit of funding.

fireflight__: Ugh, is that all you ever think about?

__k.o: For the most part yes.

fireflight__: Money grubber.

__k.o: Really, Nanako? Really?
fireflight__: Shut up, Kyoya.

__k.o: How about never?

fireflight__: How about now?
__k.o: Well, I suppose it doesn't matter anyway. You'll just have to pay for it.

fireflight__: Oh, do I now?

__k.o: Yes, you do.

fireflight__: Well, look here; my parents are out of town. And they have all my funds in a safe. And to be honest, it's just a little money; can't you just be a little more practical and have me be your assistant or something until I pay it all off?
__k.o: That's an excellent idea, Nanako.

fireflight__: …what's an excellent idea?

__k.o: You'll be my assistant until you earn enough money to pay it off.

fireflight__: Wait, I was just kidding!
__k.o: No matter, you'll just have to deal with it. Check your email, I already had a list of things typed up for you to do tomorrow. Bye.

fireflight__: But, wait!

__k.o has logged off.

I clicked on the email. It read:

"Dear Nanako,

Since you're my assistant, I have compiled a list of things for you to do tomorrow at the Host Club…"

The list trailed on and on, and I gritted my teeth as my grip on the mouse tightened. That asshole planned the entire thing to happen. Jerk.