Bloodlust. (Capsaicin x Prune Juice)

˗ˏˋ Chapter Fourteen. ˎˊ˗

THE NEXT MORNING

When Capsaicin awoke, he felt renergized. He hadn't felt this way in so long, it was as if he died and gone to heaven. Free from what was happening back down in reality. Since now that he had his husband back, everything seemed to be going well again. Back when it was 2017, when they first got married. Back even in 2014, when Capsaicin first confessed his feelings for Prune Juice Cookie at the Parfaedian festival.

He hoped so much that it would stay like this forever. No more having to go out at night and hunt for a wild assassin who had kidnapped a special person. He wanted to stay here, have a good job, and come home to find PJ safe everyday.

"...Nothing else excited him other than seeing his husband after work. The joy after arresting Cookies for their terrible deeds would make Capsaicin so proud, and his spouse even prouder. The spouse of Capsaicin Cookie would give him kisses and a nice cup of coffee every evening he came home..."

"...Both of them stared at each other for what seems like forever. Finally, Prune gave up and gave his crush the very long-awaited kiss he wanted. It didn't last long, like in every romantic movie, it only lasted one second. He slapped a hand over his own mouth in shock. Capsaicin was just starstruck by what Prune had just done..."

"'..Prune Juice Cookie my beloved... I'll find you, Scovillian's honor..."

And now it had came true. Capsaicin's heart was glued back together, like a previously-shattered vase.

But when Capsaicin reached aside to grasp his spouse awake, he felt nothing. His dark, scarred hands passed right through the air and landed on the bedsheet. Was Prune already awake?

Capsaicin ventured the tidied house of his, checking every nook and cranny he could find. The weird thing was that his husband was never awake this early, especially the fact that it was only 6 in the morning. Prune usually woke up at 8 or later. But Prune wasn't anywhere. He was gone, again.

Capsaicin looked like he had been beaten up. Which for him, was stupid, because he was the Spice Overlord.

He remember the yellow sticky notes he had been collecting. On his vandalized car, it read "You're next."

The sticky note that he found that contained his engagement ring in the alleyway. "You dropped this."

And finally the one on the coffee brewer yesterday. "O4U. Meet me in the alleyway."

The last one left Capsaicin perplexed. Last night, Capsaicin had gone to the alleyway and found Prune in the alleyway, not the assassin. Maybe it was a trick. His broken vase heart shattered again into even smaller pieces.

"This is wrong. I get a sticky note that leads me to destiny and now he's gone again." He muttered. Confusion got the best of him. "I should probably go again tonight and see what awaits me."

LATER THAT NIGHT (Again. Sorry.)

...

Capsaicin exited his patrol car. He was in the same alleyway as yesterday where he found PJ tied up in heavy-duty ropes. He hoped that this was the last time he had to come to this alleyway. The graffiti designs along the walls seemed to stare at him, as if Capsaicin was put on the spotlight.

He followed the same path he had taken to find Prune. Remembering the steps, he was careful to scout if there was anyone watching him aside from the creepy Scovillian loophole graffiti. This time, his flashlight showed a figure. He jumped a bit, his other hand reaching for the pistol in his pocket.

The figure in the shadows moves rapidly, as if dodging invisible bullets. It's voiced echoed from every wall of the place. Capsaicin shivered, wisps of smoke rising on his forearms. Capsaicin raised his flashlight to the shadow, and appeared the person who had kidnapped his spouse.

Sure enough, it was the same voice as the one that had shot Kouign-Amann Cookie blank a few days ago. "So, Officer Capsaicin Cookie, we meet again."

Capsaicin's left hand settled on the pistol. His other hand held the flashlight. The smoke turned into tiny flames. "Y-You kidnapped my husband."

The assassin laughed. "Yes! I did. I even left you notes to help you find me. And don't even try arresting me. The evidence you have is very little, Officer."

Capsaicin pulled out his pistol and aimed it at the criminal. "We can get this over with right now... if you just come here and let me handcuff you."

Again, the assassin laughed. "Nice try. I don't play easy. Check your pocket."

Perplexed, Capsaicin checked his pocket. The sticky notes were in shreads. The shreddings were so small, it wasn't even worth it to tape them back together. He was distracted from looking at tiny pieces for paper for so long he didn't even notice the assassin had approached him.

With their hands up in fists. "Night night, Spice Officer Capsaicin Cookie."

And then they knocked out Capsaicin blank.