A/N: Okay so, this is about the shitennou and well, their lives. I'm keeping the same names they have in my other story, Who Said It Would Be Easy? And in a way I guess it could sort of be like a prequel for the men? Yes? No? Possibly? Anyway, this story is going to go through their lives as normal men. Yes. That one I am sure on. Enjoy and review please!

The Journeys of the Forgotten Four

Chapter One

Jason Edgar's Early Life

Jason, age five, was the youngest and oddest of the Edgar boys. Yes the one closest in age range to him, Alexander age six, liked to believe he was from space and brought to this planet for classified reasons, and yes his second oldest brother, Jesse, had a thing for women who were over the age of twenty five(the said brother only being eleven at the time), and okay, the middle child of the five boys, Kevin age eight, liked to wear clothes from when their father was his age, and of course he couldn't forget the oldest brother, Micheal age fourteen, whom often told his younger brothers of the adrenalin rush he would receive or the cool things he would see when he was eating a certain type of brownie, but Jason was the oddest.

He liked to play with fire.

It seemed so unattainable, so far from where he was. And he wanted it. He wanted it bad.

At the age of ten, his love for fire started drawing attention.

His mother, father, and older brothers worried about him. They worried about all the burn marks that appeared on his chest, his legs, his shoulders. But Jason knew where they had come from. They had come from the woman that was always in his dreamworld. She was tall, slender, and curvy. She had raven hair and violently violet eyes. She could control the unattainable element that was fire. It could be summoned right out of the woman's finger tips. In his dreamworld, he was older, he was taller, and he lived in a castle, where he protected a royal family. And always, at the end of his dream, he died. He died at the hands of the elegant fire lady, and she was quite creative with her deaths. Always choosing a new way for him to burn to death. Sometimes, she threw fire at him and let him become ashes, and other times she would shoot fire arrows at him. And every time he woke, the burns remained, but the woman was no where to be found.

This continued until he was thirteen, and then the woman in his dreams vanished. And he began to be a bit normal. Sure, it became easy to forget about it. His life got really good even. He joined the football team in middle school, continued baseball from his little league days, and spent time with his family. He felt safe, and the woman who wielded fire became a distant memory. He made the football team his freshman year, and played all through out that year. He turned fifteen on May twenty third and life was pleasant.

And then, he was visited by a new woman.

And she terrified him.

Her red hair stood straight up when she talked, spikes sprouted out of either shoulder, skin was so tight it looked as if her bones had outgrown it and that it was only a matter of time before she would rip it off and reveal another form, and those eyes. Those frightening yellow eyes. They pierced through his soul and poisoned his thoughts. They took away the purity and sincerity and the loving look in his eyes. And it left him with a nothingness. A nothingness that engulfed him and made him a shadow of the boy he once was.

And in the dead of the night she came. She came to gather her fourth in command, he would be the first to fight against the senshi, and he would need much training before he would be ready. She gave him a new name, his real name. Jadeite. General Jadeite. One of Four Heavenly Kings.

As the years passed, others joined him and with that, he saw competition. He did not make friends with them. Simply, an understanding.

And finally, he faced the enemy. Time and time again. He fought the blonde pigtailed one and the girl of blue hair. Until finally, he met her. And something stirred in the shadow, his former self seemed to shine through for merely a moment, and he acknowledged the woman's beauty. But as quickly as he came, he vanished. And from the ashes, she rose. She rose and became the woman who could summon the flames to her hands, and she killed him.

Jason awoke in a hospital bed, the room was still, but he could hear breathing, breathing aside from his own. He had yet to truly focus on the room, his mind was hazy, his throat felt fry, his joints were stiff, and his body felt as if he had been on fire for decades. Glancing about the room, his eyes rested on a woman, probably in her early forties, sleeping in an uncomfortable looking armchair. He attempted to clear his throat, but it made a very gross gagging sound. Finally, his voice seemed to have mustered up enough strength to speak.

"Mom?" His voice was dry, and he cracked when he was finishing that suddenly very difficult one syllabled word. But it had been enough to cause the woman to stir and her eyes landed on her youngest boy's alert face.

"Jason? Y-You're awake?" She asked as she tilted her head and began to rub her very tired and old looking eyes. Once a moment or so had passed, she shook her head slightly and looked at him. "You're awake!" She screamed, now very enthusiastically might he add. She clicked that nurse button so many times, that several appeared in the doorway, and each suddenly became just as shocked as his mother.

Jason then became painfully aware of his urge to go to the bathroom, and also that he felt a little to embarrassed to stand up and walk over to the one in his room due to the little hospital gown he was sporting. He noticed one of the nurses scurry off, screaming for a doctor whom Jason had never heard of. And then it all came back to him.

The fire. He had accidentally started a fire in his room because he was fifteen and an idiot. Fifteen, an idiot, and had picked up smoking. Smooth. Jason thought to himself and was quite glad to find out that his brain seemed to be working. He remembered flames, the feeling of uncertainty, and then nausea. Then he had woken up.

Once the doctor entered, many questions were asked and Jason felt as if he were two by the tone of the man's voice. These questions went by in a blur, everything and every sense was fuzzy and it was hard to focus. He felt his body urging him back to sleep, but he fought it.

"And how old are you, Jason?" The Doctor asked. Jason became aware of his brothers and father who stood all huddled near or over his mother. When had they gotten there?

"Fi-Fifteen...I think." He murmured as he rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. He glanced at his family, then the nurses, and finally at the doctor. And the truth hit him. "I'm not fifteen anymore, am I?"

"No Jason, you're eighteen." Three years? Three years of my life. Gone! Jason's thoughts seemed to be quite angry, but Jason couldn't shake the feeling that he hadn't truly been gone...but he ignored it and looked to his family. "After the fire was started, you fell into a comatose state and we have been taking care of you ever since. Now it might take a while, and a bit of therapy but I think..." The doctor continued along, but Jason stopped listening. He was done. If he knew he was going to bombarded with questions, tests, doctors, and eager nurses, he would have just stayed asleep.

As the doctor talked, he was unaware of something buried in the back of his mind. It had been hidden, his true self. His former self. And in that hidden place, Jadeite slept.

A/N: So what do you guys think? I think personally it's kinda interesting, and I've been debating on whether or not I should write a "prequel" like this. I decided to give it a try and unfortunately for senshi/shitennou shippers, obviously there won't be any senshi in this. Considering in a way that it doesn't really have to be it's a prequel. Yes. Because that made sense. Please review! :)