Aquarion: Chain of Fated Memories

Chapter 1: Debut of New W/Legend Beginning Again

Author's Note: Hello, everyone! KadoyaOkami here! Just to let everyone know, as of now I am considering doing a re-haul of all my stories, because as of now I find them...kinda lacking in plenty of spaces. Thus, first things first, this fic is getting an edited chapter! So, to everyone reading, I'm sorry for so long a hiatus! But don't worry, everything's going to be smooth sailing! (I hope!)


Within the depths of slumber, something - or someone - drifted through an endless sea of seemingly disconnected images.

Armored heroes fighting twisted monsters, friends and loved ones coming and going, greater powers either saving or threatening the world - time and again, the same kind of struggles, losses, and triumphs played out before the presence. And yet, the presence couldn't help but wonder...

Why were these images here? What did they really mean to it? And moreover...

Who was it?

A young man who has proven himself, time and again, to brave the greatest perils in order to seek out the truth without being lost to falsehoods and corruption.

The presence whirled about, looking for the new voice.

Do not fret, young one. Your time is still far from now - you've already earned more than enough for even one lifetime, let alone three.

Three lifetimes?...

This story may not seem so clear to you now, but fear not; All stories are never truly so simple and clean at first glance. But that is why you're here.

Wait! the presence cried out, What do you mean?

I mean this: You can help show all of these people what you've seen throughout these limitless tales right before you.

And that is...?

That no matter what the day and dangers, there will always be good and truth in the world...and that it will always be worth fighting for.

And then the entity knew no more.


An alarm-clock blared to life, knocking a poor 16-year-old boy right out of his bed in the comfort of his room. Known as Alexander Yuuki Grey by the people that had daily interactions with him, the Japanese-American could only grumble "still too early" to himself. He NEVER woke up when he had the opportunity to sleep in – that was how he always did things on free days. ...Not that that dream helped any.

As soon as that thought came, though, what sounded like several ship horns broke the silence around Alex. Immediately, he was on edge – his family didn't live in a coastal city!

"Waitaminute," Alex caught himself – just in time for him to actually take notice of his surroundings. Now that he got a good enough look, he knew for a fact that this was NOT his usual bedroom.

For one thing, he was in what appeared to be some sort of attic – the books stacked on old chairs, the cabinets surrounding both ends of his bed, the window that his room faced, and the somewhat Romantic-era feel to it tipped him off. Now utterly curious, Alex chanced a look outside the glass – and was instantly shocked.

All around him, something that looked like a fantasy/science fiction mash-up of Venice greeted him, the only forms of solid ground being the few bridges and walkways that dotted the streets, not to mention the mountaintops in the distance. What really struck him, though, was the giant wind-generator tower flanked by the mountains, which gave an all-too-familiar image to the boy.

Of the many quirks that made Alex a unique individual, his love for stories – reading, viewing, playing, or even making them – was a significant part of his being. Most of his childhood revolved around a gamut of characters, from the Kamen Riders and Super Robots of the Rising Sun to the various superheroes of the American fields of fiction. Combining his natural intellect and curiosity together with basic 'Otaku-ness', and the end result was somebody like Alex.

All of that, ironically enough, worked out for him, though, because even though most of the cityscape was new to him, the tower was impossible for him not to recognize.

"Is that Fuuto Tower? What the heck is it doing in Venice?" Alex wondered aloud, grasping his head of orange hair- wait, ORANGE?

"What the HELL?" summarized Alex's reaction nicely, seeing as how he noticed how his body changed. Frantically looking for a mirror, Alex took a glance at his reflection and received the surprise of his life.

Normally, Alexander had somewhat messy black hair that never got past his ears, brownish-yellow eyes, and a casual home outfit consisting of black, blue, or gray shorts and a variety of tee-shirts listing most of his passions. Looking at himself now, though, Alex had orange locks in anime spikes along with amethyst eyes, an actual ahoge, and an outfit consisting of what looked like a red military-vest and weighted combat boots that reached up to below his knees, complimenting his black shirt of the Transformers series and grey shorts from yesterday.

'Now that I think about it, what did happen that got me here?' Alex thought, trying to scrounge his memories for any clue that would assist him. Thinking as far back as he could, Alex remembered two distinct memories – one, he had just reached the point in the Kamen Rider Double series where the Gaia Impact had been averted, at the cost of Philip losing his physical form (Essentially, dying). Also, he remembered reading new information about the Kingdom Hearts series, anxiously awaiting the American release of the newest game. After that, though, Alex was immediately drawn into another set of memories – that (he was sure) were NOT his own.

The first memory he viewed was of this person - Amata Sora, as he learned - during his earlier years, suddenly levitating amongst many other kids, all of them gaping in apparent terror at his power – and the ethereal wings that sprouted from the sides of his ankles! 'Why in the world does this seem so damn familiar?' Alex thought as he jumped to another memory – this time, it was Amata crying as he desperately tried to rip off the wings on his feet, as though he were trying to deny the truth.

All throughout, Amata's voice – fluctuating between his younger self and present self – had been constantly saying things like "No, don't be scared!" "Please, just go away, you stupid wings!" and many other phrases, all expressing his despair.

The last memory, though, really put Alex in for a loop: Amata had fallen to his knees in what seemed like some strange graveyard, watching as an amethyst-haired young woman in what could have been regal clothes floated into a ray of light – and leaving Amata behind, despite his cries for her not to.

And that was before Alex started seeing memories that weren't his or Amata's – a gigantic stained-glass crystal bursting apart, myriad lights falling from a twilight sky, and thousands of armored giants tearing each other apart in a canyon filled with fallen weapons.. As though he weren't freaked out enough, all of them looked at him and said this;

"We are watching you, new bearer of Memory, and waiting for the day you can break Fate"

And just like that, Alex stumbled onto the floor, grabbing his forehead as he reeled from the massive influx of information. Sure, he now knew who he had become - or, maybe, was - but what was this place? And more importantly, just what was he supposed to interfere with?

Pushing all that aside, though, was another alarm – this time, it was Alex - Amata's Smartphone, which told him that there was just one more hour before work started!

"CRAP! I'm gonna be late!" Alex yelled in desperation, although he knew little about the city that had become his new home. For one thing, though, he knew for a fact that it was unwise to do anything blatantly out of the ordinary just because of an inconvenience – what better way to blow your cover than miss your only means of livelihood?

Forgoing the usual breakfast routine, Alex – err, Amata quickly showered before redressing himself, then bolted out of his room. The fact that he seemed to be the only one in the building at all didn't fly by him, but he shelved the thought as just plain convenience. With that, Amata bolted out of the apartment complex and into the city.

Luckily for him – 'Another break from reality, but what do I have to complain about?' Amata mused – his Smartphone (equivalent) had a GPS in hand to refresh his memories of the city layout, so he knew just where to go and what routes were the quickest.

Under normal circumstances, Amata would've stayed firmly on the ground, both to avoid attention and stay cautious. Since everything now was anything but normal, he entertained the idea that he envied for most of his childhood.

He might not be able to fly of his own free will, but he could certainly platform just as well!

Making absolutely sure that nobody would notice him and call the authorities, Amata experimentally jumped as far and as high as he could – and, much to his glee and half-surprise, he jumped a good five feet onto the nearest wall!

"Now we're getting somewhere!" Amata laughed as he scrambled up the sides of the building, letting every bit of knowledge from the many action-adventure games he had played flow into his mind. Every nook and cranny that could bring him up further, he took to with zeal! This continued for no more than two minutes before he launched up onto the roof, pausing to recover his breath.

For all intents and purposes, this new city looked priceless when it came to scenery – all the more so when one looked at it from a high enough vantage point.

Taking in the image before he captured it on his phone, Amata then resumed his trek towards work – setting himself up, he then sprinted towards the edge of the roof, soaring over the gap between it and the next building. Time seemed to slow down, but Amata didn't care too badly. He was still able to make it to work.

The fact that he was able to do something only the most accomplished of parkour practitioners could do with years of experience at best was pushed back to a corner of his mind - shelved, yes, but not forgotten. And certainly not unquestioned.


'Work', however, underwhelmed Amata as he walked forward, with a quarter hour to spare. It certainly wasn't as grand as a high-school setting, or as mundane as an office of some sort. No, it had to strike the really weird ground between elegance and normalcy.

Of all the places his new self could have earned a living, it was an (possibly) old MOVIE THEATER!

"You have GOT to be kidding me." Amata let out as he entered the theater proper. It just didn't make sense! There could've been thousands of popular places to have entertaining and nicely-paying careers! Why on Earth would he work HERE of all things?

"Oh! You're here early, Amata-kun!" an elder voice called, prompting Amata to turn to the side. Coming in from what Amata assumed to be the management room, an elderly man in glasses, a beret, and an outfit usually associated with directors greeted him. Racking his new set of memories, Amata immediately identified this old man as William Blue, the only other person that kept this place running aside from Amata himself.

"Well," Amata started, trying to build a sufficient alibi, "It looked like it was going to be a nice day outside, so I decided to go through the city - take in the sights and stuff, you know?" He shrugged and nervously smiled, hoping that it would be enough for the old guy.

Blinking, the old man then laughed jovially, responding with "Ah, what it is to be young! Still," Mr. Blue continued with a softer mood, "I have to thank you for your help in keeping this place afloat, Amata-kun. Times are tough, these days."

Noting the departure in atmosphere, Amata then idly realized that it did seem as though there was actually less activity than he would have associated with a city as beautiful as this – more so for one of the many social pastimes he knew most people enjoyed. He was curious, that's for sure, but it felt as though it was something well beyond his reach – for now.

"Ah, but I digress! Since business is still as slow as ever, I'll let you take care of the movies, Amata-kun! Consider this one on the house!" Mr. Blue diverted the conversation again.

Amazed that his boss would actually let him watch any theatrical release he wanted, Amata could only answer with "Th-thank you, Mr. Blue! Don't worry, I'll take absolute care of the place, I swear it!" With that, Amata raced towards the central theater's projection room, eager to see what films they had in this age.

Had he been more aware, though, he would've noticed the two strange USB-Drives attached to his inside jacket like keychains, one green with a 'C' shaped like the center of a twister, and the other, black and purple with a stylized 'J'…


Somewhere much further away, a brunette man with an eye-patch over his right emerald eye, a somewhat spiky mane of brown hair, and an maroon outfit quite like something out of a fairy-tale ball stood over multi-colored crystal ground, smirking with his eyes shut before he flicked a Joker card from seemingly out of nowhere.

"A new legend calls for you, Alexander Grey – no, Amata Sora! You must prove if you truly are the Trump Card that can change the course of the End!" this strange man declared. As he said so, the very air itself churned with thousands of colored letters, each one connected to transparent skeleton-keys.

Skeleton-keys that were now flying to the place they were most needed.


As he shuffled the various film-reels, Amata made more notes and observations about his new environment. Despite all of the advances in technology, it seemed that society still functioned quite like his – or, as he jokingly noticed, the classic setting for any respectable science-fiction/fantasy story. During his meditation, though, Amata came upon the only reel that seemed like it was watched more often than the others. Feeling like this was probably the old Amata's favorite, he grabbed it and referenced it in the poster-&-summary catalogue that the projector room provided. And that was where everything finally came together.

The poster not only had that woman from his dreams, but it also had a golden robot that he could've identified even a mile away! The wings that looked like holy bows, the red-green-blue eyes, and the oval halo all pointed to an unmistakable machine!

"It's…Aquarion…"Amata finally managed to speak, "which means - !" He realized at last where he was.

This was the world of Genesis of Aquarion…and, ironically enough, twelve-thousand years into the new cycle! Which meant that Silvia and Apollo, the two lovers that were once human and Angel, were going to find each other again, and therefore –

"And therefore bring another war just like the ones against the Shadow Angels!" Amata grasped the idea in horror, knowing all too well how catastrophic the prospect was. "Wait – if I'm here, then this must mean there's more to this than even the new handlers of Aquarion can handle!" Taking the film and setting it up in the projector like his new memories provided, he hunched back and watched the screen intently. Gathering every ounce of concentration he could muster, Amata analyzed the beginning of "Skies of Aquaria" with the utmost haste.

If today was his new start in the world, it also meant it was now time for the new legend to begin…


Disclaimer: I only own Alex. Every other element belongs to their original owners, namely the Aquarion production group, Shotaro Ishinomori and the other guys behind the Kamen Rider series, and Square Enix and Disney.