Ok watching episode 25 of Host Club at the same time as listening to Cell Block Tango from Chicago is really dangerous as it will cause you to have dreams about Haruhi, Hotel Cicero and dancing in jail cells.

This is the part that inspired my dream sequence:

My sister, Veronica and I had this double act

and my husband, Charlie, traveled around with us.

Now, for the last number in our act, we did 20 acrobatic tricks

one two three four, five...splits, spread eagles, back flips, flip flops, one right after the other.

Well, this one night we were in the hotel Cicero, the three of us, boozing' and having' a few laughs when we run out of ice.

So I went out to get some.

I come back, open the door and there's Veronica and

Charlie doing Number Seventeen-the spread eagle.

Well, I was in such a state of shock,

I completely blacked out. I can't remember a thing.

It wasn't until later,

When I was washing the blood off my hands

I even knew they were dead.

Enjoy!

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She sat staring at the wall of the cell. She looked at the bars holding her in the cage. There's really not that much to do in prison except look at your surroundings which proves very uninteresting compared to most activities.

"Hey you new girl," Haruhi heard the voice and turned to look for which cell it was coming from. She saw a figure, obviously a woman, sitting in the shadow of her cell smoking a cigarette, based upon the puffs of white smoke.

"What?" she responded? Politeness was not something used in prison, she assumed.

"What did you do to end up in this joint?" The figure said

Haruhi took a breath and began to tell the tale unaware of the others listening and softly singing, "He had it coming….he had it coming…"

"I was part of a host club you know. At Ouran High School, Home of the Rich and Famous. It was the school festival and we were entertaining the guests. We were doing several costume changes. Tuxedos, dresses, all of the like," Haruhi paused for a second to take a breath.

"So towards the end of the evening I notice that the club's president is gone. I remembered that his grandmother had ordered him to be an escort to this Pastry Eclair French girl. I needed to change my costume anyways. So I went to go find him."

"I go to the third music room. I heard beautiful piano music, Tamaki-senpai's specialty, coming out of the room. So I entered it. And there I saw Éclair and Tamaki….TOGETHER. In the room alone." Haruhi suddenly had a furious look on her face as she recalled the incident

"Well what happened next was unknown to me. I had completely blacked out because of the shock. The last thing I remember is being told that I had murdered them. Which of course could not have been true. I didn't even know they were dead," Haruhi shouted.

"Even if I did kill them both….how could you tell me that I was wrong?" She smiled serenely and laughed.

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So please tell me what you guys think. This is my first fan fiction. If you hate it please tell me.

I know Haruhi was a little out of character, but that was what my dream was like

-Mimi