Yuma still couldn't believe it. Hilda was dead.
Dead.
The word still played around in his mind, along with other thoughts. What's Shark gonna say? More importantly, how am I gonna tell him? This is more confusing then that corn maze... Yuma had been holding Hilda's hand, as if doing so would wake her up. He knew it wouldn't.
"How is Shark gonna react to all this?" Yuma thought out loud now. It wasn't like anyone was out to hear him. That's when the idea struck him. Yuma knew he couldn't tell Shark personally, but maybe he could show him. He pulled out his phone and called him up.
"What is it, Yuma? You know I'm already late getting home."
"Actually no, I didn't."
"Whatever, what do you want."
"This is important, Shark. You can't say no."
"I can say no if I want."
"Not if it involves Hilda!"
There was dead silence on the other end. Yuma couldn't even hear Shark breathing. Finally, Shark spoke in a demanding tone.
"What happened to her?"
"I'd tell you, but...
"What the hell happened to Hilda, Yuma?!"
Yuma hesitated before saying, "She was killed..."
Shark actually wasn't that far from the restaurant. He had been picking up the motorcycle. Now, his mouth hung open, his eyes were wide, and his phone was on the ground in pieces as a result of him dropping it. The purplette wasted no time in hopping on and speeding off towards Yuma's direction. He knew exactly where the little nub was.
Yuma whirled around when he heard Shark. He had tears in the corners of his eyes as he stared at Hilda's bleeding and lifeless body. The purple-haired boy dropped to his knees next to Yuma and began chocking on his sobs. Yuma couldn't move. Finally, Shark stopped making any movement at all. Tears fell from his eyes and onto Hilda as he moaned out his question.
"Who... did... this?"
Yuma wasn't sure how to respond. Shark's eyes were blazing with fury. Any answer would send him over the edge.
"I don't know... I'm so sorry Shark..." Yuma was shocked when Shark didn't lash out on him. Instead, he took Hilda's hand lightly and held it, just as Yuma had. The purple-haired boy knelt closer to Hilda and gently kissed her forehead. He sighed. Shark knew he'd never see her again.
At least, that's what he thought. Shark's necklace began glowing. Yuma stared. It was glowing the same way his had when he first met Astral. Shark stared intently without a word as it got brighter. Soon, it died down. Shark raised an eyebrow.
"That was weird," Shark muttered. He glanced up for some reason, then gasped when he saw what was standing (Or floating, rather.) in front of him.
Hilda was there, glowing just as Astral used to. Shark stared intently. He knew Yuma couldn't see her, but he also knew he wouldn't call him crazy. After all, Yuma had been able to see Astral for so long before Shark could. It only made sense.
"There is no way this is you..." Shark put out a hand in curiosity. Yuma watched. He knew something similar to what happened with Astral was going on right now. He didn't disturb the moment for that reason.
"It is, Reginald." Hilda touched her fingertips to Shark's and smiled. Shark smiled back hesitantly. He was really happy and sad at the exact same time. Happy because he still had a girlfriend, sad because she was now a ghost. Yuma smiled at the scene even though he couldn't see most of it. Hilda helped Shark stand and gazed into his ocean-blue eyes. Shark did the same with her sky-blue ones. It amazed him she was only faded a bit in color. Otherwise, she was just the same as a ghost.
"Who did this to you?" Shark asked. Hilda shrugged her shoulders and blinked.
"I don't know. Some masked girl with cat-like movements," Hilda responded, brushing a small bit of hair out of her face. Shark scowled and looked down. Yuma was curious to know what was wrong.
"Shark?" Yuma questioned.
"Hilda said some female with cat-like movements." Shark growled.
"I only know one person who has moves like a cat."
"Me too. Cathy Katherine."
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Okay, I got a few things to say. First off, theabridgedkuriboh gave me the idea for this chapter. I give her half the credit, and second, sorry it's so short. I think I'm suffering from writer's block. As soon as I get back on track, I'll get better and try to make all my chapters this long. And now only one question remains: Was it Cathy who did it? Until I get my next chapter up we'll never know. Please review and await chapter 4!
