Bloodlust. (Capsaicin x Prune Juice)

˗ˏˋ Chapter Thirteen. ˎˊ˗

LATER THAT NIGHT...

Capsaicin spent most of his day getting prepared for what awaited him in the alleyway. He believed it was true that the culprit was there to see his reaction. Maybe it was to witness another death sentence for another cookie... or maybe even Capsaicin. Or, vice versa, the culprit might kill themselves. Then Capsaicin wouldn't have much evidence.

But it all really depended on his actions. He had to show up, otherwise he could not figure out who the assassin was. Nor would he get the money or Prune Juice Cookie back.

He had cleaned up most of the vandalism done around the interior of his house. He dusted the floors, flipped back up the furniture, and ordered more fragile objects for replacements of vases, plates, et cetera. He had been getting paid a fair amount of money from his officer job every day, so he tried to spend it wisely.

After straightening out his officer's uniform and making sure his hat was snug and leaned against his horns, he looked at himself in the mirror. He wanted to punch the mirror again so bad, to mourn the misery of how maybe his husband was the killer.

Therefore, Capsaicin would still be a spicy single cookie, and Prune would be arrested.

He checked his phone and glanced at the selfie of him and Prune Juice Cookie in the mountaintops. Gosh, how painful his reaction could be if the myth of the assassin being Prune was true... But now it was pitch-black outside, Ten at night.

Capsaicin sighed, opened the garage, and got into his patrol car, which was thankfully not vandalized. He stuffed the notes into his pockets and drove off into the night...

Ten minutes later, Capsaicin arrived at the alleyway from the night before. The Scovillia loophole graffiti was still there, and everything seemed to be as dark and eerie and usual. Nothing new seemed to be lurking around in the alleyway. Though he knew something or someone was waiting for him any minute now.

He produced a flashlight from his belt and turned it on. It flickered with a faint yellow-orange light. Thankfully, the battery on it was charged.

"Hello? Come out, you're in trouble!" Capsaicin called into the depths of the alley. All that was answered back was the chirp of a cricket and his powerful voice, as an echo.

But then he heard something rustle far away.

As Capsaicin followed the sound, flashlight in front of him, the sound got louder. With every footstep his pace got faster. What if it was the assassin? They must have been right there, luring him into a trap to where he could get shot and put into a coma. Just like how Kouign-Amann was.

Surprisingly, he didn't see the assassin. He saw someone else.

He saw his one and only spouse, the potion-maker Prune Juice Cookie.

Fire engulfed Capsaicin, keen to see him. He raced quickly to him and unfortunately found out that he was passed out and tied up like a present's bow. His clothes were in tatters. His hair was a violet mess. "Prune?! Oh, Scovillian Lord, he's tied up."

Capsaicin panicked a little and began untying knots in the rope that held Prune hostage. After tossing the rope aside, he scanned the alleyway to see if anyone was watching him. Luckily, it looked like nobody was.

Relieved, Capsaicin gently tried to shake Prune awake, careful not to hurt him. He gulped suddenly as he saw the red rashy marks on his wrists. He must have been tied up for a long time then. "Please... Pruney... wake up..."

Finally, Prune's turquoise eyes snapped open. But they were a dull color of teal rather than bright and shimmery, like the years before. They seemed to brighten slightly as he regained his vision and noticed that Capsaicin was right there in front of him.

"C...Capsaicin?" Prune muttered, trying to remember his name. He focused on Capsaicin, noticing his details. He had his horns that were glowing with happiness. He had his flaming-red mass of hair that tumbled down his shoulders like a volcano spewing lava. And he was wearing a police officer's uniform?

Prune gasped and laughed softly at the cookie who had rescued him "Capsaicin... you're alive!"

Capsaicin's arms were laced with flames. He leaned into Prune's face and couldn't help but kiss him, relieved so much that he was okay. Both of them enjoyed the kiss, holding each other's faces within their hands. After a moment, they separated.

Both of them had laughs escape through their mouths.

"Scovillian Heavens, where have you been?!" Capsaicin exclaimed, pulling his husband into a hug. "I missed you so much... oh my gods, THREE YEARS!"

Prune corrected him. "Two, I believe. Oh, dear, I've been kidnapped for so long... it's as if I don't remember anything except you. You got your cop job back?"

Prune's police husband stood up and flexed his fiery biceps. "Yeah! All because of you! Now, look who's back in town? That's right, Officer Capsaicin Cookie of Scovillia!"

The other cookie tried standing up, but he collapsed back down on the cement. His hands turned ashy and scratched. "I think I'll be needing backup from an officer." He said, raising his eyebrows. The flashy turquoise sparkle in his eyes was returning.

On command, Capsaicin scooped up Prune in his pillowy arms and carried him back to the patrol car. "Come on, my dearest potion-maker, let's get you home safe and sound."