Audition: Noah & Hitomi by Tisa

The screams of those who are suffering, the shrieks of those in fear, the wailing of those in pain; these are what demons thirst for and are drawn to. It’s a miracle in itself to manipulate these horrid, ugly sounds to create something as beautiful and moving as music-something that people say is the essence of life. But this is what Noah has done. And he plans to use this ability to save the world from unholy forces who thrive off of despair.

“Hitomi!”
“Yeah, yeah, I got this. Play me them notes, Noah,” Hitomi purrs with a delightful smirk.
Sighing, Noah reaches out his left arm as a bright, shining light bursts forth from his chest and materializes itself as a solid, dark maroon violin, the strings deriving from his beating heart, and in his right hand, a matching bow forms. Taking a deep breath in, he gently places the bow upon his heartstrings and starts off his tune with a low E.
As soon as the note vibrates through the air, Hitomi’s genetics immediately begin to change. Feeling the imprisoned demonic forces explode from her soul, her hands grow to a vast size and her skin hardens, preparing itself for battle. She could feel the iris of her left eye beginning to reflect red pigments and the white of her eye becoming a tainted black, due to a particular demon that enjoys occupying half of her eyesight. A newfound smirk stains itself upon her already crooked face. Stage one is complete. Crouching, she awaits for her target to turn its back.
Hitomi, you should stop fooling around and just take the initiative, the musician transmits via resonance to the Demon Keeper.
Yeah, but you’re a bunghole and don’t know shit about fun, she responds with a slight chuckle, God I’m so witty.
Bam! Suddenly, she feels a massive impact at her mandible and is forced to fall back and stumble on her behind.
“Don’t let your eyes astray, or you’ll be in an ashtray,” chortles a little girl. It’s obvious a demon has taken hold of her body, for her eyes glow a sickly green color and her throat is scarred from the possession ritual that must be performed to allow a successful takeover. The child grins, showing off her collection of maggots that dwell in the safety of her oral cavity, and hisses, “Here I come.” With a gust of dust trailing behind her feet, the young girl sprints forward at an alarming speed.
“Heh,” is Hitomi’s only remark before she rises and carefully pats dirt off of her tushie, cracking her neck at the same time. She bends her knees and leans forward a bit, preparing herself for another impact.
She’s little, so you shouldn’t hit too hard. Or you might kill her.
Yeah. Right. I’ve practiced that on you plenty of times, didn’t I?
You’re an ass.
Yeah, but I’m your ass.
Do you have any idea how stupid you sound?
Oh… Well, yeah. You know I don't mean literally, but ugh- Hitomi grunts as she blocks the child’s punch, evidently infused with a powerful supernatural force, for the Demon Keeper’s feet easily slides back a good 7 inches from the blow before she is able to dig her toes into the ground and, with her enormous hands, send the possessed girl upward into the reddened, sunset sky. She then jumps off the surface of the earth to give the child a good axe kick to the solar plexus back down to the ground, and, upon landing, a crater forms, as if to house the little, weakened body. As soon as Hitomi reaches the ground, she pins the small girl and shouts, “Noah!”
Nodding, he approaches the pair with caution as his violin dissipates to form a large, golden aura around his right hand. By tightening his fist, the sunshine-like light increases in size, and, taking up a solid horse stance, he drives his knuckles into the child’s body. Purification.
As a result, the child’s body bursts with brilliant lights, unimaginable colors, agonizing screams of varying voices, and incredible waves of emotion, and it seems the whole earth was roaring in refusal to let her slip out from its clenching grasp. But, Noah takes hold of the essence of the possessive demon and, with all his might, uproots it from the core of her heart. The burning, blackened soul releases its relationship with the child’s body with a small “pop” sound, and it seems all of nature that dwell upon the Earth sighs in relief, as if the worst is over.
“Mine!” Hitomi squeals in delight as she leaps forward, reaching for the prize held in Noah’s hand.
He responds to her eagerness with a, “Hmph,” before tossing it in her direction, “here.”
“Mmm..” she softly coos at the new addition to her collection and gently strokes the warmth of the demonic fire within the soul before forcing the it into her chest. Within her blood vessels, she could feel the new life form pulsating and interacting with the others contained inside her body. At the same time, she could sense the eighth second go by, and, in consequence, her body returns to its normal, God-given form. Severe chills ripple down her body for a few seconds before she could stand upright, “that makes it.. 7,864?”
“I think so,” Noah quietly responds as he lifts up the obviously exhausted little girl into his arms, “Let’s head to downtown NYC. That’s where her mother last was, right?”
“Noooahhh! Carry me, too! I’m tiiired,” she groans before hopping onto his shoulders.
“No-Hitomi! You’re-too..Too..-heavy,” his knees buckle and immediately drops forward onto the ground. Out of panic, he tosses the girl upward to save her from getting squished by two body masses, and his face ends up planted into the ground.
“Wow. You’re really weak Noah,” she grins from atop his back, “You can’t even carry your own body weight plus an extra couple pounds?” the child falls into her arms, “God you’re sexy, Noah. When we get home, we should-”
“Maria!! Oh my Lord!” wails a quite elderly-looking woman. The lady’s running seems to look more like a very subtle, rapid waddle due to her rather plump figure.
“Oh! How’d you find us, lady?” Hitomi smiles oh so charmingly.
“A mother’s instinct, don‘t you know? Maria! Thank God you’re alive!! Oh Maria, my baby!” As soon as she arrives, Hitomi carefully places the child in the mother’s arms. Before frantically thanking the duo and quickly departing for home, she makes a final remark, “Miss..-”
“Hitomi, m’am.”
“Yes, well, as a mother, I must say your attire is quite.. Revealing and, well, inappropriate.”
“Whaaat? I’m dressed as Yoko from Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann! It’s totally appropriate for this job! Right, Noah?”
“Mmmfmp!”
“Well, if you are to be seen in public, I suggest you wear something a bit more.. Professional.” And with that, the lady turns her heels and heads for home.
“Ahh.. The nerve of some people. Can’t they just say ‘thank you’ and leave? I mean we just saved her kid! And she couldn’t even give us a donation? Don’t people know superheroes have to pay the bills, too?!”
“Fmmuph!“
“Yeah…I wish my mom was that caring,” Hitomi sighs with a dreamy look on her face, completely ignoring the fact that Noah was squirming around throughout the whole conversation and desperately gasping for air. After five more minutes, she finally rises to her feet, “Okay! Let’s go! I’m hungry.” But Noah was completely unconscious. Shrugging, she begins to walk to their homey apartment in central New York City, leaving Noah behind to peacefully snore in the dirt as she thought He did tell me to be more considerate when he’s asleep.

Hours later, Noah walks through the door of their small, two-room apartment, with a bundle of mail in his arm. He was neither angry nor distressed for what Hitomi did, but rather thoughtful, for he saw a peculiar flyer on his way home and couldn’t get it off of his mind since. “…-The key to your heart’s desire.” He drops the papers onto the kitchen counter before removing his jacket and shoes and flopping himself down on his bed. I wonder..-
“Looook! I’m Orihimee!” exclaims a mischief-deprived Hitomi, with a square of toilet paper discreetly peeping out from her bra.
Noah sits up to see what the she was blubbering about, until rage pierces through his head and out from his mouth, “What the hell?! Hitomi! That’s my favorite shirt!”
“What? No it’s not- they’re all the same! But look! My boobs are HUGE!”
“Take it off! You’re gonna stretch it!”
“Ohh,” she takes this opportunity to creep herself up onto his bed, “So you DO want me to take it off? Well, okayy-”
“Ugh! Whatever. Keep it,” pressing his face against his pillow, he releases a loud and frustrating sigh.
There was a short pause before Hitomi speaks up, “Hey.”
“What?”
“I was thinking. We should take a break from this exorcising business, don’t you think?”
Noah lifts his head once more, staring up into her eyes with an emotionless frown, “You know we can’t. We’re responsible for the entir-”
“Yeah yeah, the entire Americas, but I saw this flyer about a tournament thing and-”
“You saw it, too?”
“Well, yeah. Hang on, I think I took one of ‘em down,” she hops off the bed to search for it in the bathroom, and, minutes later, she comes back out, waving a beat up, stained piece of paper, “don’t worry, this brown spot was from some coffee I had earlier, but I thought it’d be something you’d be interested in, Noah.” She hands it over to her partner before lying across his back.
“That’s.. That’s really thoughtful of you.”
“Heh, well I can be considerate once in a while for a guy whose pants I’ve been trying to get in for years.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“Yeeaaaaaah. Well.. What do you think?”
A long silence forms.
“…You know. If we win, maybe we could actually-”
“Get the bills paid? Yeaaaah we could! And even get some nice food in the fridge for once, or-”
“No-Hitomi, listen. If we win, we could really help out some people- people who really need it.”
Yet another long pause.
“…Is that what you really want to do? If we win?”
“Well, yeah. Why? What do you really want to do? If we win?”
Become immortal. Take over the world. For you to finally fall in love with me. Something that isn’t so stupid as saving other people. I’m so sick of it. And I’m tired of their ungratefulness. “I ‘unno. Free food for a lifetime I guess.”
“You’re a moron.”
“Feed me.”
“What the- you’re twenty years old!! Cook for yourself for once.”
“But I waited for you this WHOLE time! You know you’re the best cook.”
“No. I’m going to sleep. Go to your own bed.”
“Bite me.”
“Ugh.”