Here we go, the final part of "I'll Help You". This one's gonna be longer than the other parts.

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Plot: Fumikage and Shihai sneak into the former's house to gather some necessities. Unfortunately, things don't exactly as planned.

TW: Abuse, homophobia

I'll Help You Part 3 (Final Part)

The two boys were walking through the neighborhood, on their way to Fumikage's house. As they neared it, Fumikage was visibly getting more and more nervous, despite his attempts to hide it. Shihai noticed and comfortingly wrapped an arm around his boyfriend in an attempt to soothe him. Fumikage leaned against Shihai and wrapped an arm around him, relaxing into the embrace.

Before long, they arrived at a standard looking one story building.

"This is it," Fumikage said. "This way."

He lead Shihai around the corner and towards the back of the house. When they got there, he stopped at a window.

"This your room?" Shihai asked.

"Yes. And when we get in there, stay quiet. My mother isn't home right now, but who knows what that bastard is up to," Fumikage explained.

"Understood."

Fumikage carefully opened the window and climbed inside, Shihai right behind him.

The room was fairly dark. The only light source were purple candles. It was filled with edgy decor like skulls and posters. There was even a sword in the corner. But the first thing Shihai noticed was the fluffy blanket on the bed. He ran a hand over it and smiled.

"We can bring that, if you want. You clearly have a fascination for it," Fumikage whispered.

Shihai nodded and grabbed the blanket.

The two then started rifling through the closet and gathering clothes. Neither of them dared to say a word, not wanting to draw attention to themselves. If they ever felt the need to say something, it was in a hushed whisper.

"Okay, I think I got what I need. Lemme just grab my toothbrush and then we can get out of here," Fumikage whispered.

"Be careful," Shihai whispered back.

Fumikage nodded and gave his boyfriend a small kiss on the lips before leaving. (AN: Before y'all start asking how he can kiss with a beak, I have an answer - remember when he sneezed in season 4 and his beak flexed? That means it's flexible and should be able to kiss)

Shihai sat down on Fumikage's bed, unsure of what to do. He carefully wrapped the blanket around himself. Mmm, so soft... he thought to himself. Stan fluffy blankets.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard shouting from down the hall.

"WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU, BOY?!"

"N-Nowhere! Leave me alone!"

Shit! Shihai thought, tossing the blanket off and starting to rush towards the source of the yelling. He only took a few steps before Fumikage ran into the room. He tried to close the door, but it was stopped by a man trying to force himself in. Shihai joined his side and tried to close the door to keep out - who he assumed was - the man who's been hurting Fumikage.

Despite their attempts, the man managed to squeeze himself in. He stood five feet, eleven inches. His hair was dark brown at the roots and the rest was curly snd blond. His eyes matched the curled hands lit up, glowing brightly and illuminating the room. His name is Hikari Netsu.

The two boys squinted and shielded their eyes, struggling to see. They were completely at a disadvantage.

Fumikage felt a hand grip his shirt collar and a fist collide with his cheek. The brightness from his soon-to-be step-dad's hand had caused it to heat up, burning his cheek a little. Fumikage yelped in pain and fell to the floor.

The sound of his boyfriend's cry alerted Shihai, sending him into protective mode. "Don't you dare touch him, you bastard!"

Hikari turned to the source of the voice and saw the white-haired shadow boy still struggling to see past the light. "Oh? And who are you?"

"Someone who actually cares about him!"

"That seems kinda gay. Don't tell me you two are weak-ass little [REDACTED]s!" Hikari shouted.

"Don't talk to him like that!" Fumikage growled. "Say or do what you want to me, but leave him alone!"

"Shut the fuck up, you little shit! You have no room to talk!" Hikari shouted.

Shihai was still struggling to see through the the blinding lights, but he heard several hard thumps mixed with Fumikage crying out in pain. He felt anger rising within him. He had to do something. But what?

He looked around a bit and spotted his solution. Good thing the walls and carpet are black! he thought as he merged into the carpet. He shot forward a bit and sprung up between Hikari and Fumikage. Unfortunately, Hikari's fist was hurtling towards him and hit him square in the jaw. The contact burned and he gently rubbed the spot where he'd been hit.

"SHIHAI!" Fumikage called out from the floor, worried that his boyfriend got hurt.

Shihai didn't hear Fumikage. He rushed forward and started throwing punches and kicks of his own, hoping it would get Hikari to back down. He managed to land some, but they were always countered with a burning hot punch.

"I DON'T KNOW WHO THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU ARE, BUT I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO HURT MY FUMI! NEVER AGAIN!" Shihai bellowed as he continued to fight through the pain. It didn't help that the light was still blocking his vision. However, he was so full of adrenaline and anger that he barely noticed.

Fumikage laid on the floor, struggling to see the fight. He could tell Shihai was struggling, but he clearly wasn't giving up anytime soon. He's ... getting hurt for me ... and I can just lie here! Everything hurts ... these burns ... the aches from the punches and kicks ... damn it, why am I letting it get to me?

Don't blame yourself, Fumikage! You need to rest so your body recovers! Dark Shadow said in his head.

I suppose...

Punch after punch. They just kept coming. Shihai's face and chest were full of pain, but he ignored it. In fact, he barely felt it. For all he knew, as long as he was landing his punches, there was hope. He was starting to get good at dodging them. His agility was definitely helping the situation.

Suddenly, he felt a hand grip his shirt collar. At the same time he manages to get a grip on Hikari's shirt color. The two of them reeled back their fists, prepared to give a blow that would hopefully knock their opponent out.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?! HIKARI, PUT THAT LIGHT OUT!" a female voice shouted.

Everyone froze. Hikari did as he was told, allowing everyone to see and plunging the room back into the darkness it originally held.

Shihai and Hikari continued to hold each other's shirt collars as they turned to the source of the voice. Fumikage lifted his head off the floor and turned it to see who it was, too.

Standing in the doorway was a woman standing at five feet, five inches. She had long black hair and vibrant red eyes. She was Fumikage's mother.

"Sh-Shin'en? You're home early," Hikari said.

"I got time off early," Shin'en explained. "What is going on in here?"

Shihai pulled himself out of Hikari's grip and let go of his own. "You need to break up with this man right now, Mrs. Tokoyami! He's been abusing Fumikage!"

"I-It's true, Mother," Fumikage weakly called out as he struggled to sit up. "H-He does it when you're not home." To prove it, he lifted his shirt enough to reveal several bruises, burn marks, and cuts.

Shin'en's hand flew to her mouth at the sight of her son's injuries along with his pained expression. Shihai gasped a little, as well. He wasn't quite expecting to be this bad.

"Oh, Fumikage ... I am so sorry I didn't realize sooner!" Shin'en choked out.

"It's fine ... I couldn't tell you, because he threatened to hurt me more-"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Shin'en shouted at Hikari.

Hikari's face was pale and he was in shock when he realized he'd been caught. However, the shock was slapped out of him when Shin'en's hand flew across his face. He glared at her.

"That little shit had it coming! He's dangerous! I did it to tame him and show him that I held a power over him to keep him in check-" Hikari was cut off by another slap.

"MY SON IS NOT DANGEROUS! IF ANYTHING, YOU'RE A DANGER TO HIM! AND BECAUSE OF THAT, I WANT YOU TO PACK YOUR SHIT AND GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Shin'en shouted.

"But-"

"NO FUCKING BUTS! YOU DISGUST ME! GET THE HELL OUT!"

Shihai and Fumikage awkwardly watched the situation unfold as the former knelt down and pulled his boyfriend into a hug.

Hikari shot the two boys a small glare as he left the room. Shihai returned the glare and tightened his hug on Fumikage, careful not to hurt him further.

Shin'en sighed to herself when he was out of sight and quickly hugged her son from the other side. "I'm so, so sorry, Fumikage!"

"I'm fine, Mother. Really. I ... would have gotten it worse if it weren't for Shihai," Fumikage said.

Shin'en looked up at the black-skinned boy. "Oh! Thank you for helping my son."

"It was nothing, Mrs. Tokoyami," Shihai said.

From there, Shin'en helped the boys treat their injuries, and she called the police and explained to them what had happened. Hikari got arrested for domestic abuse a few hours later.

Once they were patched up and calmed down, Fumikage formally introduced his mother to his boyfriend. She happily accepted them and said that she supported them. She even offered Shihai to stay for dinner, which he happily accepted.

After dinner, the two lovers were cuddling on the couch in the living room.

"Thank you so much for saving me," Fumikage murmured into Shihai's chest. "Who knows how long he would have continued this?"

"I shudder to think," Shihai replied. "And it was nothing. For you, I'd do anything."

Fumikage smiled for the first time in a while. "I love you, Shi."

"I love you, too, Fumi."

The two had ended up falling asleep on the couch. Shin'en pulled a blanket over them and let them sleep. She smiled to herself due to the sight of them looking so peaceful. Finally, her son could sleep with ease. All thanks to his loving boyfriend who reached out to help.

Hoooooly shit, that took a while! Hope you enjoyed this three-shot!

Also, "[REDACTED]" is a certain F slur I'll never use, FYI.