BEGIN: It Is Pitch Black - Prompt: Nowhere

"You are likely to be eaten by a grue," came Jadeite's voice from somewhere to the left, and Mamoru pinched the bridge of his nose, sigh stifled. He'd been in the airport...

"Not helping," said Nephrite from much closer, but pointed away from him, towards Jadeite. The much more blond of the two started to say something, then let out a strangled yelp.

"Jadeite!" Mamoru instantly pushed past Neph; he could vaguely sense where Jadeite's mind- soul- pretty rock? was, and-

"Zoi pinched me!"

The prince, already done, yelled, "We're in the middle of nowhere and you're STILL being jackasses?"

LATER: Very Long Weekend - Prompt: Saturday

"It's only supposed to be for a year," Mamoru murmured, leaning against Kunzite's shoulder. He couldn't see anything, and neither could his oldest guardian- worrisome. The guy could see in the dark and he couldn't see here.

"I know, my prince, you were taking us with you," said Kunzite's voice in dry amusement. "You've had us in your coat pocket since Saturday, keeping her ring company, because you didn't trust yourself not to misplace your carry-on or wear different trousers."

Mamoru's question was slow; he realized he was leaning on Kunzite. Leaning. "...I'm dreaming?"

The heavy, quiet answer: "...no, Endymion."

LATER: Endless Gardens - Prompt: Flowers

"But I can feel my nose. I can feel your hands. I can still feel the- the-"

Zoisite put a warm hand over Mamoru's mouth, and Mamoru could feel something like despair eating at his youngest guardian's heart. "Can you feel her?" he asked, and lowered his hand.

"Of course I can," retorted Mamoru. "She's the brightest star in the universe!"

"And Elysion? Can you give me a rose, Endymion? Can you pluck one from your endless gardens and hand it to me?"

Mamoru stilled, placing his hand over his heart. He had to swallow the panic as he tried.

LATER: The Ground Beneath Their Feet - Prompt: Harmony

"It's because you've got a massive ego, Endy," explained Jadeite cheerfully.

Mamoru opened his mouth to say something sarcastic, but the blond interrupted him. "No: not the pop-cultural understanding of the word. The psychological one.

"Your impulses are reined in by your perception of society and the balance of the world around you. You've made a seamless fusion of all your pieces of id, and all your intrinsic knowledge of the land, and of the hearts of the people around you, and it's all you."

"So if I admit I'm dead and let go, we'll be reborn?"

"Don't let go."

LATER: Stars Without - Prompt: Midnight

"I can hear the stars better here."

Mamoru looked up, then remembered it wouldn't do anything, then decided he didn't care. He sat twisting the air between his fingers like he held a blade of grass. "But we aren't anywhere. How can you hear them? I know you don't have to see th-"

Abruptly he shut up. He wanted to ask. He didn't want the answer.

"They're all around us. Where-ever we are, they're here too. Even if it's nowhere. They even know what time it is," said Nephrite with a laugh, and it sounded peculiar. Unhappy. "It's always midnight."