Winter Memories

Chapter 1 - Dream (1)


Part 1 Summary:

Jaune Arc expected many things from Beacon Academy, but if there was one thing he didn't expect from it—was finding himself inexplicably attracted to a certain white haired girl, Weiss Schnee. The more he tries to understand it, the more he's confused about it—with all the odd dreams and memories that came with it. Things take an odd turn, however, when Winter Schnee appears.


Snow. Everything around him, white, only difference being the trees and the Grimm. He knew this place, he was familiar with this. He'd been here many times before after all with his partner.

A growl from behind and he was already in the air—barely dodging the flock of Grimm around him. Beowolves—no, something worse, something… different. He was familiar with them, but he couldn't remember.

Familiarity.

He unsheathed his blade and pulled out a pistol from his pocket, shooting at the Grimm as he fell and cutting down those which attempted to bring him down as he landed. He then turned towards the side and heard footsteps come towards him. Revealing a woman wearing an outfit similar to him. It had something to do with ranking—he couldn't quite remember.

The woman smiled, her white hair and light blue eyes radiating through the snow. "Good job, Specialist Arc. I suppose with this we'd be able to finish this mission in no time, don't you think?"

That voice… he could…

"You want to hear a story, Jaune?" her voice… the soft yet firm voice that guided him. His vision faded to white, and everything around him disappeared.

Everything but her.

He couldn't see her face clearly—he couldn't remember—but knew that she had fair skin, white hair, and sky blue eyes. He tried to walk forward, to grasp that memory.

But it only faded.

It kept fading.

"A story… about the man I love…" her voice—it was fading too.

He got more desperate, running towards her, trying to do everything to not let go. To not let it slip away.

"Jaune… remember me…" she asked, voice nearly breaking.

He screamed, reaching out towards her—

But he felt nothing.

He only fell to darkness.


Jaune awoke with a gasp, looking around frantically for a moment before he managed to calm himself down.

Again. This happened quite a lot didn't it?

He sighed, lying back down on his bedroll as he remained silent for everyone else still sleeping in the ballroom.

He checked his scroll, opening it up to see that the time was still three AM. He shook his head, pocketing it once more and closing his eyes as he lied down.

White hair, sky blue eyes… why did that seem so familiar?

He remembered a face. Weiss Schnee… ah, right, the girl he'd met just yesterday. Right, he'd kind of annoyed her yesterday, so he should probably apologize about that. Still, he had to wonder, what was it about these odd dreams that pushed him towards her…?

It's not that he liked her. Sure, he found her attractive, in a very odd manner, but…

Jaune groaned, shaking his head as he sat up, and, seeing as it was already morning, he got cleaned up and headed for the locker rooms.

Weiss Schnee.

There was something about her, something he couldn't quite point out. She reminded him of the woman in his dreams - his first thought was that they were one and the same. But even that didn't feel right.

He wondered why it was so specific though. If the eyes and hair were the most prominent features, then he'd know he was dreaming about Weiss. But there was something more to it.

Something he just... couldn't remember.

He hated it.

Eventually, he groaned and just decided to go do some weapon maintenance, seeing as he was already here anyways.

It still nagged at him though. It always did.


Breakfast. He wouldn't question the familiarity of that, at least.

Though, right now, all he could really get was coffee. Jaune looked around the cafeteria, seeing that most of the food was still being cooked. He hummed as he got a cup, filling it before plopping into one of the seats of a lone table.

He smiled, closing his eyes and inhaling the sweet aroma of the pure black coffee. When his eyes opened again, he barely contained a jump. Cold, judging eyes looked into his from across the table and Jaune sighed with a shake of his head.

Weiss raised a brow, "Black?"

Jaune blinked at that before shrugging. "Yeah, it's what I'm used to."

Weiss hummed, looking up at him for a moment before going back to her coffee, most likely with cream and sugar due to its white coloring. "I see…"

A tick.

Jaune frowned, finding it odd that she had been the one to speak first. He looked down to his coffee, sipping it for a moment, before looking at Weiss again.

Not much of a morning person, he supposed…

Still, he felt rather guilty for being silent, so he spoke. "I… uh, I'm sorry for yesterday by the way. Didn't mean to annoy you or anything."

Weiss blinked and looked up at him. "Oh?"

"Yeah, I kind of just butted into the conversation and all that. I—"

"Don't worry about it," she replied, "At least you actually apologized."

"Ah…" he murmured, looking down to his cup again as silence overtook them.

He stared at his reflection—the reflection which came off of the coffee seemed to be that of someone else. Someone that looked like him, maybe, but being far from him at the same time.

Another tick.

Before Jaune could lose himself in thought, Weiss spoke, "You seem rather early."

That made him look up at her with a raised brow, but he sighed as he saw that she was preoccupied by her own cup of coffee. "I guess I am. I don't sleep that great.."

"Nightmares?" she asked, looking up at him for a moment.

Jaune just shrugged, "Not sure. But with how they always seem to make me wake up rather abruptly…"

Weiss hummed, "I see."

Jaune, feeling the silence descend on them again, decided to ask her in turn, "How about you? I wouldn't think you would be awake this early all the time."

Weiss chuckled at that, "With the noise last night? I highly doubt it. But, I suppose, it's more of me just not being used to being in a new environment here in Vale." she shrugged,

Jaune nodded at that, "I see. Guess you're not from Vale then?"

"No…" Weiss answered slowly,, she then narrowed her eyes, "So… you don't know me?"

Jaune's eyes widened, "W-wait, do we know each other or something? Because I don't seem to remember…"

Weiss rolled her eyes, "No, it's not that, you dolt. I definitely haven't met you before. I was more asking if you knew of my family, the Schnee."

"The… Schnee? Oh! Right, you guys are in Atlas aren't you? I think I can understand not being used to here. It's not as cold as Atlas after all…"

Weiss just seemed to look at him with a deadpan for a few seconds, making him scratch the back of his head nervously as he looked away. He didn't do something wrong, did he?

Then again… he'd been called out multiple times for being clueless about the most obvious of things. It only felt weirder now that he sat in front of a beautiful girl and made a fool of himself.

He sighed and looked back down to his cup of coffee, absently stirring it. Why was he here again? It was for some… something, he supposed. His family legacy, sure, but there was something more than that which he'd somehow forgotten.

He'd been forgetting a lot of things lately. Or maybe he'd just noticed it?

"That's rather surprising to know…" Weiss mumbled,. "Your family don't use Dust?"

Jaune frowned, when he actually thought about it… "Surprisingly enough… no, not really. I guess that's why I don't really know you guys."

"I see." Weiss nodded,

Jaune just stared, watching her movements. Refined and proper… ah, these guys must be the family his dad was talking about. Her eyes met his and he looked away in a hurry, focusing back on his drink.

The clock slowly ticked away, making Jaune feel more and more nervous by the second.

In the end, however, Jaune just settled for sighing, "Sorry, I'm probably a lot dumber than what you'd expect here in Beacon."

Weiss paused at that, raising a brow at him to continue.

So he did, "There's just a lot of seemingly obvious things I don't know, honestly. Oblivious is probably one way to put it, but I don't know, I probably didn't even do well in the written exam. So… that's that, I suppose. I'm just going to say sorry now in case I ask a lot of dumb questions later on."

Weiss blinked, seemingly surprised, a brief twitch of a smile appearing on her face before turning back to that stoic frown of hers. Regardless, she nodded while letting out a small breath. "Better now than never, I suppose."

"Yeah. Those are nice words to live by." Jaune said, nodding, before turning to look at the early morning rays of sunlight come down through the windows.

He smiled, turning to look at Weiss and seeing her small smile as she watched the sun start to light up the cafeteria.

He felt something then.

She… Weiss was beautiful. Beautiful in her actions, he supposed, he wasn't really sure how to explain it, maybe her looks? There was an air around her that just pulled him in, but he still wasn't sure if she was what he was looking for…

That being said… he wouldn't just waste an opportunity like this. There was a certain attraction that he felt to her—something which he felt went beyond romantic… he didn't know exactly, and he doubt he ever would know, but he would try to understand it.

Understand just what it was about Weiss Schnee that made him want to love her beyond all comprehension.


A/N: Just like my other story... this is not quite as normal as you think.