Takeda and Seiji go to White Castle [Seiji]

[Seiji Dalton]

Mouth agape upon realization of who they had in the back seat, NPH squirmed as he tried to regain consciousness. "What in the world is Neil Patrick Harris doing here?" He asked in English, uncertain of how else to respond to the strange journey they were embarking upon. "I bet the rest of the world is missing his showtunes now that he's stuck here in Mosaic with the rest of us." Takeda was driving like a madman through the streets. Neither of the brothers wanted to fail again. Neither of them wanted to fail Neil Patrick Harris in his moment of direst need. "Good thing you knocked him out or he'd be doing a showtune back there as we speak, actually." He'd seen all the movies, he'd read all the books. NPH was a legend and by golly they'd keep this one legend alive. The shadows and this YHVH forsaken city would not have the one thing that made How I Met Your Mother great.

"Get him to the blonde lady. We'll get her to help if we have to do ten years of hard labor." They were coming up to the barricade and there seemed to be car transporter parked in front of it. It seemed that at this part of the city, the barricade was located next to a pretty darn good doughnut shop. They had one chance, and one way. This would all end very soon. "Godspeed, brother.[/i]" He muttered in Japanese.

[Takeda]

With the metal to the pedal, Takeda's eyes glowed with burning determination to save Neil Patrick Harris, if not the world. What good would be a world without the big man in it?! Kicking up smoke like it had just attended a house party with Snoop Dogg, No, not Snoop Lion, that's the most retarded fucking name ever in existence, for fuck's sake, you're a grown man. the old hatchback rocketed on it's way towards the conveniently placed car carrying truck with speed that was hitherto unheard of. Leaning into the steering wheel, clutching the leather, Takeda spoke out loud, "Fuck this city!" as the car rocketed over the blockade in glorious fanfare, out into the outer city. Landing miraculously in the shadowy outer circle without the car stopping, or breaking, or there being another ramp...y'know what? They just fucking landed. Speeding towards the gap was their big priority, running over poor little maya's the whole damn way.

Drifting into the gap, remarkably finding it lacking in white people dressed in strange cl-oh. Finding it devoid of anyone to man it's kiosks or anything else, Takeda honked the horn as loud as he could, with Neil Patrick Harris clinging to dear life whilst whispered tunes about being a great ninja or something or other came out of his mouth. "BABY! We need you!" the red haired asian screamed out of the driver's side, hoping the blonde woman would come and somehow patch up their passenger by any means necessary...and maybe finally give him the digits.

[Seiji Dalton]

"God darnit, the more I think about this, the quicker I realize that the blonde lady has it out for us. She isn't going to help us, Takeda." Jumping out and opening the backseat, he picked up NPH's groaning, crumpled form and carried him through the city. "Someone, anyone, save Neil Patrick Harris. I'll never know how Ted met his wife if this guy dies.' Falling to his knees, Seiji began to sob as he realized no one was coming. NPH went limp in his arms and Seiji fell to his knees. They'd failed. No matter what came afterword, whether they saved the city and became big damned heroes or died in obscurity as minor characters, neither of the brothers would ever live down the shame of being responsible for the death of the best showtune man in all of pop culture.

Closing his eyes, Seiji gave in to despair a-

Buzz, beep beep beep

Seiji jumped up, breathing heavily and jumping up like he'd been shot. It was daybreak outside. He was still only wearing the dressings from his wounds. Takeda was asleep in the couch, form sprawled out even as he left room for Seiji to sit down on the other side. Stumbling over to the fridge, he found the refilled water bottle with his name on it and chugged the only halfway clean liquid on their house down. "Takeda...Takeda, get up. I just had...the weirdest dream." His head felt like someone had hit it very hard. As a matter of fact, he felt a knot, and there was a similar one on the head of his brother, who smelled faintly of booze.

Sitting down on the couch beside his brother, he turned on his new plasma screen television, admiring all the stickers that the previous owner had placed along the dark edges.