Disclaimer/AN: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club. Me Dun Own Parmore's Lyrics… OMFG. THAT FIRST ONE SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME. I am staying far away from fluff from now on. I can't write it for crap. Here's a bit of angst drama stuff for you. (If you even got past the first chapter.)

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What a shame we all became,

Such fragile broken things.

A memory remains just a tiny spark.

I give it all my oxygen.

So let the flames begin.

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Tamaki lay in a strange room in a house he had never seen before. He was just waking up, and as he opened his eyes the only thing he could think was, "Ranka-sama?" He didn't know whether it was an out loud pondering or not, but frankly, he didn't care.

It was dark, aside from the lone candle on the other side of the room flickering it's song onto the walls. We concentrated on it, mesmerized by the wavering light. It was burnt three quarters of the way down, so he had most likely been here for a while…

He didn't know where he was, and he didn't know where Ranka was, and it scared him a little. The room was dark, but not due to lack of lighting, the walls were black, as were the boards covering the windows. The sheets on the bed he was sprawled out on proved no different, though they were surprisingly soft…

He got up and looked around, seeing the room scantily furbished. The was only the desk the candle rested on, the bed, and a bathroom with only the absolute necessities. When he examined the desk closer, he found a note, again with the uniform ebony color. The inside was white, and it said in looped elegant handwriting, "Be back soon~."

He didn't recognize the handwriting.

What happened while he was out?! What happened before he went out? He couldn't remember anything, and it was driving him into a panic. He rushed back to the bed, pressing his back to a wall. He felt safer by the wall than he did standing out in the open.

There was a sound from the other side of the door he had found locked on the other side of the room. Tamaki stiffened, straining his ears as the sounds grew closer, delicate footsteps, graceful even, but not enough to be feminine.

That ruled out Haruhi, though he doubted from the beginning that she would stuff him in a dark room. The door clicked from the other side, and he held his breath as the door creaked open… Only to reveal more darkness.

Everything in his mind screamed this was a bad idea, that he shouldn't do it, that it was stupid to do, but his mouth was refusing to listen to it. In a whisper,he reached out, "Ranka-sama?" A dark chuckle rang through the room before mockingly saying, "Guess again."

"Tamaki!"

He woke with a start, cold due to a lack of cover, and he had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. Breathless, he looked over…and saw Ranka laying there. "You were having a nightmare. Screaming a lot." He slurred through the fog of sleep. "Oh…Sorry." "S'okay, just go back to sleep, we can talk about it in the morning."

As Tamaki lay back down though, he couldn't help but think about how realistic it had all seemed…

AN: Uuuuufufufufufufu- Yes, WAS IT A DREAM?!?!?!?!?!