Title: Simple Words
Word: Purple
Request by: DaftDanielle

Purple. Out of all the colors they could have chosen, it had to be purple. She would have prefered some thing simple like brown or a light cream color that suited her style. In this case where her opinion was ignored, even pink would have done for her. Not this purple thing made out of...what did they call it? Taffeta? Tulle? Some thing starting with "T". Or was it and "S"? It was hard to tell what Kaoru said with bot Tamaki and Hikaru yelling on either side of her ear.

It was lacy. It was full of ribbons. It had pieces of fabric coming from all over the place. It just wasn't her style. She couldn't even call this a dress. If that is what it really was. As soon as Kaoru walked over to the corner that Hikaru and Tamaki now occupied for their argument, which was cryptic from where she was, Haruhi gave one last look in the mirror at herself in the dress and went into the dressing room.

She deposited the dress back into the white box where it had come from in one dark purple heap and put her blazer back on. Haruhi opened the door a crack and peeked out. Hikaru and Tamaki were still occupying the far left corner of the room. Their arguing had ceased and now turned into what seemed to be a staring contest between the two. She could see Kaoru nearby give a sigh and walk towards what made for a kitchen in the third music room.

Haruhi closed the door and turned to gather her things. Giving one last look at the dark purple heap offset by the bright white of the small box. She sighed and picked it up, gave it one last glance up and down, before she began to fold and place it neatly into the box. After finding the top, she placed it one and grabbed her school bag.

But as she opened the door to exit the dressing room, she heard some thing that never lead to anything good.

"Ow! Whoops!"

She could feel something cold and wet falling on her. Drenching the front part of the fabric of her shirt. Her white shirt. The glass shattered onto the carpeted floor and shattered into pieces that went in many unseen directions. Haruhi turned to look at Kaoru who was smiling nervously and scratching the back of his head then looked down at her shirt. It now had a large purple stain that would never properly come out no matter what she used. She looked up to glare at Kaoru then sighed.

"Sorry Haruhi," He said. "I'll buy you a new one, don't worry."

Sigh. She couldn't be mad at him, it was an accident after all. Haruhi carefully walked around the broken glass back into the dressing room to retrieve the broom and dust pan. She handed them to Kaoru, picked up her things once more, and left the third music room leaving the three to ponder over the contraptions that Haruhi had just given to the younger Hitachiin twin.
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Without noticing, as I went through the words, I found that I had already made a story for this word, though it still needs an ending. Don't worry folks, i'll post that one as well but I'm thinking I may change the word. Eh. Well, I can smell the teriyaki chicken cooking in the oven so see you all later. Don't forget to tell me what you think. All criticism is welcome as it helps me to improve in my writing skills.