Last chapter! It's short because it kinda fits. (You'll see)

Still don't own Hardy Boys or Hell Girl.

Enjoy!

"This is vengeance, so I'm to ferry you to Hell…"

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The plane ride home was lonely and depressing. All Fenton could think about was what had happened for the past few days. His son died because of him. An indirect cause that led Frank to the last moments of his life. And on the other side of the world, Laura had decided to resume her roll as the Unforgiving Witch and destroyed her mortal life.

The Shibatas had noticed the change in him the second they saw him the next day. They had questioned, but in the end, Hajime said "It's because you met Hell Girl, isn't it?"

Fenton only nodded. He couldn't bear to answer the question and explain in full details what had happened. What had been a simple battle for the rest of the people there had been almost a nightmare for him.

Trudy had called the next day, sobbing about the news of Laura's supposed fate. He had cried too, but for a different reason.

And now he was left with the shattered world, trying to let some pieces go on without him while he tried to assemble the rest.

Fenton had only started to grasp what had gone on with his wife. She had been an Athenian, which explained her need for knowledge. That's why she decided to try a life as a research librarian. And she never expected to fall in love, the reason why she had been a bit cruel to some boys while she was in high school and college.

He looked out the window next to his seat. He wanted to escape his thoughts that had been blaming him for the past few hours. A figure caught his view, though.

It had wings like a bird, but the figure was definitely human. As it came closer to the plane, Fenton let out a small gasp, pressing his hand against the window.

Frank waved back before catching a thermal, and flying out of sight.

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When Fenton got home, all he could do was sit around and think about everything that had happened. Trudy kept the house running, suspecting that her brother was overwhelmed with the ideas of death that had plagued him. If only she knew…

Only a cat's cry got Fenton out of his hypnotic trance. He looked down from where he was sitting in his study, to find a small, black cat with a scarlet thread tied around its neck.

Fenton didn't say much after that. He just picked up the cat, and started to pet it's soft fur.

Trudy later mentioned that, even thought the cat had been instantly named "Midnight," Fenton talked to it on a regularly basis, and once, had even called it "Joe."

Will this have a sequel? At the moment, it seems unlikely. There *might* be a chance, but I'm not positive.