A/N:This is another new fanfiction created from my reaction to the AWESOME movie "V for Vendetta", which I watched yesterday. I fell in love with it and decided to make a new story based on it! I hope everyone enjoys this story!

Chapter 1: The Black Prince

A long time ago, a man inspired the entire world and changed a nation so much that no one would ever forget him, even though they knew nothing about his name or his past. They knew only his reputation and his masked face for which he became famous, also they knew him from his flair for the dramatic and his revolution which changed history forever. This man's name was unknown, and he only went by the name V.

The idea of a name was unnecessary for those who had believed in V's hope of a better world. For them, his dreams and hopes, the things he preached and believed in would always be enough for them. Even if he was not remembered by his name, he would always be remembered for what he had accomplished in his life. He was honored posthumously once the dictatorial empire that had once been had fallen. However, what the newly free people didn't know was that their leader would live on in more ways than one.

He had made a sacrifice for the entire world and that required his death. However, he had faced death bravely and for that, everyone looked up to him and admired him deeply. There was not a single human on the face of the planet that did not know his name. The UK was slowly rebuilding itself up after his death. Six long years had passed and the recovery was still far from complete. The political parties had difficulty relinquishing their hold on the government and allowing more than one to run for president, but it was done. Now, the people were gradually removing the old laws and putting in new ones that would help everyone be happy.

The work was far from over, though, and everyone knew that. The supporters of V clung to his former glory and won positions in the new government, even though later on they were called traitors. Their time for changing history was still continuing, and even though V was gone, they were not. As such, duty fell upon them to remake the world and its history. It was not an easy task to accomplish, but most people just tried their hardest with what they had.

It was a peaceful, tranquil night in a certain area. This place was far different than the world that V had lived in-it still had its hands trapped in the nightmarish claws of a society so fierce that it made V's pale in comparison. This country had once been called Japan before a fiercely racist empire, The Holy Empire of Britannia, had taken it over and renamed it Area 11. The Japanese had everything stolen away from them.

However, there was something significant going on in this country. There was also a mysterious masked hero named Zero who had started rallying the Japanese against the Britannians in an attempt to win their country back. However, like V, no one knew his true identity. That was probably part of the appeal for Zero, as well. The press enjoyed seeing the Elevens get all riled up and it made for a good news story.

However, it pissed off the people who ruled over the Areas- the Britannian Royal Family, but that was exactly what the terrorist Zero wanted. He wanted to start an uprising and get rulers pissed off. It was part of what he needed to have happen-he couldn't just stage an attack and have the Viceroys of the area shrugging it off.

At the moment, this world was far different than V's, but something strange was going on in a particular academy. For most, night usually represents lots of good rest and peaceful, relaxing sleep that would last until they awoke in the morning. However, for one person, sleep was never that relaxing-or peaceful. The two words were like an oxymoron in his mind.

A person turned over on their bed, sweat staining their sheets. The other who slept near him was a little irritated at this, but she merely sighed and kept on sleeping. He usually never slept peacefully. At the moment, he was caught up in a bizarre nightmare about...fire, smoke, and all kinds of strange things that one should not normally dream of.

He saw his mother...lying dead on the staircase, with blood pooling out of her naked body. Below her was his sister, her blue eyes wide open in terror. Her eyes were wide with fear, and she could see no more. His precious sister was never going to be the same. His eyes widened in terror as suddenly the palace caught on fire, and she was still in there.

"No...no, I have to get her, I have to save her! I have to save her!" He cried. "!" He screamed.

He awoke with a start and panted slightly. His black hair hung in his face as he rubbed his eyes for a few moments before pushing it aside in annoyance. His intelligent purple eyes scanned his room in order to make sure that it was still his room, and that it wasn't anywhere else. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you all right, Lelouch?" A female voice asked. It seemed to be coming from beside him. The young man-Lelouch Lamperouge- knew that voice very well. He turned to stare at the sleepy girl beside him.

A girl with long, lime-green hair and golden eyes stared at him in concern, though her expression was more of perennial boredom. It rather contradicted her meaning in an amusing way that made Lelouch's eyebrow rise slightly. "You are a walking contradiction, C.C."

"This coming from the man who wants to destroy his own country, and yet carries the blood of the people who rule it in his veins?" C.C. taunted.

"True. I'm fine, C.C. I just had some...of those nightmares again. I don't know why they keep on happening." He replied distantly. He had tried time and time again to figure out why he was plagued by these sorts of nightmares. He had not yet discovered why, but he assumed that maybe it was due to his ever-present fear of Britannia discovering that he and sister were still alive and then being forced back into royalty-or something just brought on from his alter ego as Zero.

"It's all right, Lelouch." C.C. said. "Everyone gets nightmares, including me. You'd better be prepared to bring me a bunch of pizza tomorrow."

"You'll have nightmares if I take this...and hide it somewhere where you will never, ever, find it, right C.C.?" Lelouch hissed menacingly, waving his credit card in front of her face.

"You truly are an evil man." C.C. sighed and pushed her green hair out of her face. "To think that you would give me nightmares..."

"I suppose that it is only natural that I would have nightmares when I am a terrorist who is trying to overthrow a country and give freedom to another. Why, though, am I afraid of fire?" He said.

"Who knows why people have fears, Lelouch? The whole world is in itself full of questions. I am wondering whether or not you will actually bring me pizza tomorrow-"

"You know what that answer will be, witch, you're just trying to be an idiot." Lelouch quipped.

"Oh, good. It seems even with your weird nightmares, you still retain your sense of humor, isn't thart right, Lelouch?" C.C. quipped again.

But Lelouch had already fallen back asleep. C.C. shook her head in disbelief at the sight of the sleeping boy. "He is every bit as complex and fascinating as you are, Marianne. I know full well that he's very difficult and hard to deal with, but that's just part of his charm, you know. It makes me even more fond of him. Perhaps I am just being manipulative again, like you say."

She shook her head. "You're mistaken in that assumption, you know. I am not lying to Lelouch at all, I merely wish to help him."

She smiled slightly. "Perhaps there is an answer to all of these questions, Marianne. You know him better than I do, after all. You told me that he has been having these dreams since he was a child, and that none of you could figure out what they meant. Is that true?"

When she got no response, she sighed. "It seems you don't want to answer me, huh?"

He was having another nightmare again. A nightmare about things burning and someone crying out in pain. Lelouch hated these nightmares, yet it seemed like there was nothing he could really do to stop them. They kept on plaguing him no matter how many times he tried to get rid of them.

Lelouch shivered in fright as the flaming figure came towards him...

He awoke then, covered in sweat.

"Have you told Nunnally about these dreams?" C.C. inquired.

"Sometimes." He answered. "I don't want to worry her too much, though."

Little did he know that his dreams would not go away simply because he wanted them to. These dreams had a deeper meaning than Lelouch thought they did, and he had to face the truth sooner or later. The truth that was buried beneath his subconscious and his memories of his present life would soon be unearthed, whether he liked it or not. For Lelouch vi Britannia, the young exiled prince, was the reincarnation of the terrorist V. The young prince had no clue of the events to come that would change his life for the better, but if he had, he would dismiss them as idle nonsense.

For Lelouch, past lives were nothing more than idle nonsense. He highly doubted there was anything behind these dreams.