Hi. This is my new story, The Absence Of Colour. At least that's what it's called until I come up with something better. It came from Black and White Haru and how black and white are the absence of colour. Yeah, there's a little method in the madness. Title suggestions would be great.

It's going to be quite similar to my other story 'Pain, Shame and Love' but hopefully it won't be too similar. I apologise in advance for any grammatical or spelling errors I may make in this story. If anyone wants to beta for me, let me know. I'd be grateful for the help.

It's a HaruKyo pairing and I don't really know how long it's going to be, I'm just going to write it and see how it goes. I've been planning to write this for a while now but I've only just got round to it. Updates will probably be weekly or possibly quicker if I have good inspiration (and lots of reviews). Don't worry, the author's note will be nowhere near this long in future chapters, it's just because this is the first chapter so I'm introducing the story. Summary will also not be at the beginning of each chapter.

Summary:

Everyone is surprised, confused and relieved when Haru stops going black. No one knows how he has suddenly managed to do what he's failed to do for years and they don't really try to find out. They don't know that their relief will be short-lived. What happens when Kyo finds out how Haru's managing it?

Warning:

Self-harm, Yaoi/Shounen-ai, possible swearing.

Disclaimer: What do you think? No I don't own it.

Prologue:

It was no strange and no one understood and yet they don't bother trying to understand. They just shrugged it off as him finally learning to control his emotions better. It was something they had been trying to get him to do for years and now suddenly, with no help at all, he does it.

Hatsuharu Sohma had not gone black in almost two weeks. The other Sohmas considered it a miracle. They had no idea why it had happened but they were happy it had. They did not try to understand and that was a mistake.

Haru knew they would not care as he sat on his bed, a blade in one hand, tissue in the other and deep red blood running down his arm. After all, no one cares about the '*baka oushi'.

*From my limited knowledge of Japanese, I believe this means stupid cow. Correct me if I'm wrong.

Wow! That was so short it was hardly worth reading the author's note for. Sorry!

Thanks for reading this, i'll try to update soon. Please tell me what you think, if you want me to continue it, if you have any title ideas etc.