Hello guys. This was an idea that I came up with a few days ago. Not sure if its exactly original or not but I haven't seen anything similar to it so far, so I'll just leave it here and seen how its received. I have a basic idea of how it will turn out but I'm open to suggestions. Read away and I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1

"Uuugh," Jaune collapsed on his bed from exhaustion after another night on the roof with Pyhrra, "So tired," he groaned.

"You're improving," Pyhrra followed him in to the JNPR dorm. Unlike her leader, the amazon was not huffing or sweating profusely. She was smiling. Tonight he managed to disarm her. Unfortunately, he had given up his defensive stance to do so and the advantage was short-lived.

"Really? It doesn't feel like it," the boy sighed, but despite that, he smiled. It did feel strangely good to be aching all over. He turned over onto his back and began to remove his armour plates. Ren and Nora were out, presumably in the library or the dining hall depending on who was currently taking the lead, meaning the two of them were alone and the undressing of her partner forced Pyhrra to make the difficult decision of diverting her eyes or getting caught. The witless blonde, however, was completely oblivious until he was only in his trousers, "Oh, u-uh," he suddenly covered his chest, "I-I'll just- er, go have a shower," with a speed that could match Ruby Rose, Jaune dashed into the en suite.

"I'm sorry," Pyhrra hung her head in shame. She turned towards the locker between her bed and Jaune's and walked towards it. However, despite her calm exterior, she was tired too and didn't notice the slight bulge under Jaune's bed. So, when her foot connected with it, she was just slow enough to fall on the bed instead of catching herself. "Gah," she yelped and dragged herself over the side of the bed to stare vehemently at the offending item. It was a box, some lockbox that was heavier than it looked. It shifted from its position as she hit it so she could now see the old, worn wood that it was made of. "What is this?" curiosity replacing her anger, Pyhrra lifted the box from the floor and inspected it further.

It was old, that much was clear. The wood looked hand carved and would have been smooth were it not for the numerous cracks and scratches that lined its body. Along the edges was what appeared to be golden filigree that had been dulled over the years and a faded clasp held the lid down. On the front was the twin sword crest of the Arc family and Pyhrra felt a new pang of guilt for her prying. Unfortunately, she hadn't really asked much about Jaune's family life so perhaps she could find out something from this. The clasp was stiff from the lack of use as she opened the lid into what could be called Jaune's memories.

Inside, the box was filled with various mementos and keepsakes of Jaune's life before Beason. Most were faded pictures which were fascinating in themselves. Almost a dozen were of Jaune being manhandled by his older, overly-friendly sisters. The most striking of them was a family portrait. Pyhrra saw Jaune's father and mother, standing in the centre of a forest of girls of various sizes. It took her a second to notice that the smallest and most irritable-looking one was in fact her teammate. She had to struggle not to laugh at the sight. More of the box contained old letters but Pyhrra had neither the time nor the indecency to read them. But the most interesting of the contents was near the bottom of the box and she only felt it as she had sifted through half the box. It was firm and bulky compared to the other contents and when she lifted it up, she saw why.

A dagger. About eight or nine inches. The scabbard was black leather tipped with blunted silver. The pommel was a circle brandished with the Arc crest and the grip was smooth velvet. But what drew her eye most of all was the silvered letter on the leather

Felix Arc.

"Pyhrra?" the amazon dropped the knife in surprise. Jaune stood at the bathroom door, his face covered in thin streaks of foam where he had shaved. His eyes were fixated on the box currently on Pyhrra's lap and the knife she just dropped.

"J-Jaune! I-I didn't- I was just-"

"No," the word was softly spoken but it subdued the girl's excuses, "its fine, I just… could I have the room to myself while I shower?"

"…of course," Pyhrra said quietly and went to leave the room, "Jaune," she said at the threshold, "I didn't-"

"Pyhrra," he said, causing her to look back. He wore a smile, but his eyes seemed glazed over, like he was on auto-pilot, "It's fine. I'm fine,"

"Ok," Pyhrra said with finality and walked out, leaving the young knight alone. He sighed and looked at the open lockbox that had caused the awkwardness. To be honest, of all the things that she could have picked up, she had to have fixated on the dagger. Jaune closed up the box but left the knife out, holding it up against the light coming from the ceiling so that the name was blackened out. It didn't make him feel any better. Without really meaning to, he returned to the bathroom to continue his shower, having finished the shave. He turned on the water and waited for it to heat up. But, as the water steamed up and the air got cloudier, Jaune didn't finish undressing. Instead he leaned on the sink looking at himself in the mirror, then down at the knife, still sheathed, still in his hand.

"Still finding ways to control my life, huh, Felix?" he asked to the room. The boy removed the scabbard and studied it. The blade was polished iron, nothing fancy about that. But the metalwork was exquisite, professional. One side serrated, the other an edge as sharp as when it was made. A hunting knife. A killing knife. Jaune shook off the thought that intruded unannounced but the idea plagued his mind now. The frustration borne of unwanted memories flooded back, forcing him to grit his teeth so as not to shout out in rage. But the growls of anger still escaped his lips and his grip on the knife tightened. Suddenly, the edge was at his throat, pressing against his skin so hard that it was close to drawing blood. Jaune's breathing was erratic, almost to the point of hyperventilation, but he didn't care. He could end it right here, right now, get rid of this ghost from his past and be done with the pain that he had buried for five years.

Only the haunting mantra reminded him of why he was so scared of doing the deed, a line that was etched onto the side of the dagger currently a few millimetres from ending him.

You have nothing to fear if you have nothing to lose.

"You have nothing to fear if you have nothing to lose. You have nothing to fear if you have nothing to lose. You have nothing to fear if you have nothing to lose…" Jaune kept on repeating those words, the knife still in a deathgrip against his exposed skin. He stood there for five minutes just whispering that phrase to himself until the pressure finally loosened and the knife fell to the floor. Jaune sank to his knees, feeling the damp condensed water on the floor seeping through his jeans but he didn't care. He focussed on taking deep breathes until his breathing returned to normal before turning off the shower. There wasn't any point now. He just felt tired. He took off the wet trousers and replaced it with his onesie before slipping between the covers of his bed. Pyhrra, Ren and Nora would probably be back soon enough. Hopefully Jaune would be asleep by then.

Yes, this is going to involve Felix somehow. No, not exactly that Felix but he is going to be based off of the one from RvB since Miles is awesome. Comments and criticisms are welcome. Thanks for reading!