Full Summary:

Chromesthesia: A type of synesthesia in which heard sounds automatically and involuntarily evoke an experience of color. Also known as Sound-to-Color Synesthesia.

Adrien has been living with this his whole life. He thought he was blessed with this amazing gift, to know what people were really thinking based off their sound. Though, his father didn't want anyone to know about this, so he kept it a secret. But one day he walks into a Coffee Shop and he experiences the most wonderful explosion of color he's ever felt. But all those colors came from one girl, so naturally he wanted to get to know her.

Why was she different?

Fic:

When Adrien was little, his mother used to sing him to sleep. She'd hold him in her arms, rock him side to side, and hum softly, putting him to sleep.

When he turned seven months, his mother was rocking him to sleep, and as she was humming, before he drifted off to sleep, she heard a faintly mumbled, "Boo."(Yes, he meant blue.)

She didn't know who said it, though a couple months later she'd find out it was, in fact, their son.

As he grew up, and she taught him to speak, at random times he'd murmur colors like "boo" (blue), "bwown" (brown)or "wed" (red).

She didn't understand at first why he was doing this, and she'd thought that there was something wrong with him, so she'd went online and looked it up.

One of the things she'd found was a link talking about Chromesthesia.

Chromesthesia is a type of synesthesia in which heard sounds automatically and involuntarily evoke an experience of color.

To see if this was true, she went to he son's room, and out of no where started singing.He mumbled something she couldn't hear.

"What was that, Sweetie?"

"Wellow."

"You mean yellow?"

He nodded.

"Wellow. Wellow. Wellow!" He was determined to say it the way his mom did.

"Don't worry, Adrien. You'll get there!"

And she went back to study more about this Chromesthesia.

.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*. Years Later .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.

When he was older, she told him about all this, and they decided to work together to figure out what all the colors meant.

Blue meant sad. Red meant angry or hurt. Purple meant confident in what they were saying. Black meant no emotion at all. Orange meant excited or energetic. Yellow meant cheerful or happy. Green meant calm or serenity. Grey usually meant loss, or depression. Brown tended to be associated with honesty, but can also mean neutral or indifferent. And white, white was usually felt when you were with little kids, as it was a sign of innocence, and immature behavior.

When she disappeared, he could hear grey in everyone around him, well except his dad. He was a definite and solid black, not even letting the tiniest emotion slip through. When he was 18, he'd moved out of his father's mansion and, slowly, color started coming back into his life.

It wasn't until two years later he met a girl who changed his world.

And this was how it happened.