Just Who Are You? (Under Revision)

I Live!

The inscription on the plate under the statue caused something to brew within Chris. He didn't know what it was, causing some concern. The feeling felt familiar, but it wasn't a sensation that one would normally feel good about. It was a sensation that Chris would try to shove down, down deep enough to where it never surfaced. If Nate wasn't to own it, then who would. Blank could never be the bearer of such a feeling, so it had to come round to Chris.

Before he knew it, everyone left the park to return to their homes. Luckily, Chris was in a spot that was making him unnoticeable. It was almost dusk, causing Chris to remember what was about to happen. Before the male could remove himself from the location, he heard a loud voice ring through the park.

"Bullshit!!"

The tone and pitch were both familiar to Chris. He didn't dare look away from the expression plastered on Jaune's face; it only cemented the feeling that Chris had within him. The anger. It could even rival Chris's when he was angry.

"There is no reason that this statue should exist!"

Suddenly, a woman with scarlet hair walked up to Jaune, just to his right.

"I'm sorry to intrude, but I wanted to say something."

Jaune didn't speak, allowing the woman to continue what she had to say.

"I don't know what your relationship with him was, but he deserves the statue."

Chris looked down, eying something that he carried on his person almost all the time. He slowly grabbed it and looked it over somberly.

"Y'know, he was always working. He had two different jobs while he stayed here. He worked for both me and my husband."

Chris pulled what he had in his hand up to eye level, blocking out the woman and Jaune.

"He was always so hardworking. His diligence surprised us. He even competed in the tournaments with my daughter. He never won, though. He was a great fighter for someone that never went to a training academy."

Chris felt the coolness of the object in his hand press against his temple. It was so easy to do it. Just one motion.

"He would always berate himself every time he lost, but he wasn't a bad sport. He always congratulated our daughter, but when he thought nobody could hear, he would whisper under his breath, 'How can I beat her if I can't beat a little girl?' He was very strange, to say the least, but he would always motivate everyone to do their best."

Chris was about to pull his finger toward his palm, but he stopped when he heard the next few sentences.

"My daughter was like that too. I guess that's why he and Pyrrha got along so well. She hasn't been like that since Chris died; she blames herself for his death."

Just as Chris heard the click from his pistol, he stopped and pulled the gun away from the side of his head. The male saw the face of the woman next to Jaune more clearly now. She was the mother of Pyrrha, as she had previously stated.

"You're telling me that you're the mother of Pyrrha Nikos?!"

"I am. You must be Jaune Arc. She talks about you quite often."

The woman giggled at Jaune's antics. Now that Chris thought about it, he remembered her name. It was a little fuzzy, to be honest, but it was right on the tip of his tongue.

"Excuse me, ma'am, but what's your name? You know mine, but I don't know yours."

The woman spoke her name, and the revelation hit Chris like a train.

"My name is Reyja Nikos. You should stop by my house to speak to Pyrrha. She seems to miss you."

Jaune turned red at the statement, feeling embarrassed regarding Pyrrha's mother talking to him about it.