#while listening to the cover of Running Up That Hill by Halocene

[unbloomingmoonflower]

Y'all done this WIP Wednesday thingy before. Y'all know what up. I'm just doing it because why not share some progress on my hyperfocused fic while I can't post it to Ao3?

Tagging: anyone who wants to post their progress.

Ishizu studied Hikari, giving a slight bow to her as well. She raised a hand to the necklace around her neck--and Hikari realized that the necklace Ishizu wore had the same symbol as the Puzzle. “Dreams of a former life, perhaps,” she murmured. “My Millennium Necklace has allowed me to glimpse the past from five thousand years ago.” “Of a former life?” Hikari’s voice dropped, gripping the strap of her bag. “But…why would I have dreams about a former life? I have nothing to do with this.” “Ah, but you do,” countered Ishizu, her eyes intense in her statement. “For you to have dreams of a life alongside the Pharaoh--” “That’s not my life!” Hikari’s voice rose an octave. “Just because I’m having dreams…it’s not! My life shouldn’t involve someone being murdered!” “Hold on,” Yami began, his hand touching Hikari’s shoulder, “your dreams end at a death?” His voice lowered in concern as he gazed at Hikari. She kept her own eyes on Ishizu, her knuckles turning white at her grip tightening on the strap of her bag. There was a slight trembling to her body. Gently squeezing Hikari’s shoulder, finally bringing her gaze to his, Yami’s expression softened. “Whose death, Hikari? Whose death have you seen?” he asked her. A lump was beginning to catch in Hikari’s throat, her heart lurching painfully. “Whoever it was that’s connected to you,” she answered in a low voice. “Whoever’s memories I’ve been revisiting night after night. I didn’t ask for this. I don’t want this!”