Where do the shitennou go in between incarnations? What do they know and what do they need to learn to make it back to where they're supposed to be?

I once wondered about where Jadeite, Nephrite, Zoisite, and eventually Kunzite are after they are killed by the senshi, but before they appear as advising rocks. They become rocks after their bodies disintegrate, but they don't start talking for a bit. So, this is me playing with the idea that their souls had to go somewhere just to exist & to come to a couple realizations.

This is NOT a fic.

This will not become a fic - at least it's not very likely. Mostly because, while I like the idea, it's too underdeveloped itself as an idea & I'm not quite sure how interesting it would make as reading material. Either way, Elysianic Memories is a universe I've created as a backdrop to some of my drabbles, including the ones I'm using for Twisted. In fact, the idea was initially prompted by one of the themes. And other themes fit, so in they go.

Where exactly had Jadeite landed himself?

Theme: Place (#80) - theme taken from 101_Kisses
Genre: Drama/Humor
Rating: PG-13

Jadeite stretched and scrunched his face, opening and closing his mouth at the flavor in his mouth. He blinked his eyes.

Things were . . . confusing. Was he confused? He supposed. But really, he was more… Well. No, confused worked pretty well.

He looked about him. He was in a green field. A beautiful green field, the color that anyone only sees in pictures - even people who supposedly live in those places. And everything seemed to have a slight sparkle. Like someone had added a dash of glitter to the place.

Interesting.

He stood, dusting off his pants and wondering if this was heaven.

It was about that time that the altar boy showed up. Jadeite supposed he wasn't really an altar boy, but he certainly looked it, with his loose white pants and crisp flowing white shirt. Jadeite could not be certain, but he was relatively sure that Christians didn't believe in unicorns, which was what the altar boy must have been at least part of.

Fortunately, he was not a Christian. Which was just as well because didn't Christians believe heaven involved living in the clouds?
He always wondered if that meant larger people couldn't go to heaven. Maybe this was the place where they lost weight before ascending to heaven. He looked at the altar boy whom he decided to associate with a nutrition expert and figured that this place could certainly be vegan.

The nutritionist smiled. "Jadeite."

Jadeite nodded. He supposed he should be afraid, but he remembered dying very clearly. One does not easily forget being burnt to a crisp. It was a very painful experience, and Jadeite had a very good memory.

He figured he was in Heaven, or Purgatory, or the official gym of the afterlife. Either way, he felt he had nothing to fear. This was certainly not Hell, so there you have it.

The boy seemed to be waiting for him to say something, but Jadeite stood silently and evaluated the boy instead.

"Do you know where you are?" the boy with golden eyes asked.

Jadiete had never seen golden eyes before. Golden hair. What was normally called golden skin. People had golden smiles, though Jadeite that that one was a bit of a stretch.

But never golden eyes.

"Purgatory?" he chanced, not wanting to be so presumptuous as to decide he'd landed himself in heaven.

The boy laughed, and it was a boy's laughter, clear and high and innocent and true. "Not quite."

"Welcome, Jadeite, to Elysian."

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Random: This was written while I was finishing Good Omens by Neil Gaiman. It is a book that only be described as snarky & that's why the tone is so different from what I usually write.

PS. Read the book. So great.