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Warning: Foul language, smut ahead, unbeta'ed and probably the good old OCCness. Oh, and in case you tend to get offended about religious things, please hit the 'back' button. I'm not into any religion, but I do like to play around with the idea of gods and other such things people believe in.

Chapter one: For the Greater Good

Sasuke Uchiha was not a happy camper. To start his long list of the misery that was life -or rather, death and insanity- his parents had died when he had been but a child. Lucky for him, he still had his sadistic big brother who took care of him.

He had done an excellent job rising Sasuke, by the way. Sasuke considered his older brother as the ultimate example of what not to grow up to be. But, nonetheless, Itachi had been taking good care of their financial needs, he'd get Sasuke's credit for that. Of course, what his brother did to make them more loaded that their parents had done was left unknown to the younger Uchiha, but he tried to assure himself that that was none of his concern. He'd sleep better without knowing.

They lived in a mighty big village with many roads, alleys, ditches and severs that led out of there. Sasuke should know, he had memorized the map of their town in case he needed to get away. Which, ironically enough, he had been trying to do ever since their parents had died. Now more than ever, mind you.

Alas, Itachi was a tricky man. Influential, ridiculously powerful and insanely wealthy. That was considered enough to keep one boy in town, one could imagine.

As to why his brother was so keen to keep him in the village, Sasuke had no idea. He had asked Itachi about it but the man had said something about family and love. The bullshit had been too much and Sasuke learned to not to ask ever again.

Now though, he was getting some seriously mixed signals when it came to his brother. It just so was, that the weather had been rather unstable, threatening the harvest and the villagers had started to worry. It hadn't happened before, after all, their beloved god had protected them and blessed them with a very fertile grounds.

But maybe they had been taking their blessings for granted of late, leaving their god very displeased with their actions. Any amount of praying hadn't helped, so it was time to make more drastic actions.

The village had decided to offer the god a virgin sacrifice. In which Itachi had, without any hesitation, donated his little brother. That being the reason (among many, many other reasons) Sasuke wanted to leave his precious home town immediately.

"What the hell!?"

"Mind your language, sacrifice."

"Fuck you! I won't do it!"

"Ah, but you have no choice."

"Find a girl to do it."

"Come now, baby brother. You're as pretty as any girl, feel no pressure."

"Do it yourself."

"But Sasuke, a virgin sacrifice has to be a virgin."

"Well I'm not a virgin!"

Sasuke's face was slightly red, but surely it was just from all the yelling. Itachi was as calm as ever. He stood up from his chair and walked towards Sasuke. The map of all the escape routes from the village ran through Sasuke's mind once again. It would most likely turn out to be futile, but at least he'd die trying!

Suddenly appearing beside him, Itachi breathed into his ear.

"I'm aware that this is highly inappropriate of me, brother dear, but I've been having some heated dreams about you of late."

A shiver ran down Sasuke's spine.

"And I was only being considerate of you since I thought you had some intimacy issues. I also thought that it would be a shame if your own brother were to take such a delicate thing as your virginity from you..."

Itachi's hand landed on his shoulder, his fingertips slightly brushing his arm as they slid downwards.

"But what delightful news you have just told me! You being familiar with the pleasure of two joined bodies after all."

The hand stopped at his thigh, too damn close to his groin.

"You wouldn't mind joining me in bed, would you now, little brother? I'm growing very impatient with my dreams and if this goes on I might end up… taking you by force."

Sasuke had frozen to the spot. Which was better anyway? To be sent to a frickin' mountain to be sacrificed or to get ass-raped by his brother?

"I'm a virgin! I'm a virgin, Goddammit!!"

Sasuke shoved the hand away and scooted away from his psycho of a brother. There was no doubt in his mind that Itachi would take him by force if he was to stay at home and Itachi happened to be bored.

His brother was almost frowning.

"Don't damn the god. See, that's the root of our problems."

'Then you must be the water feeding the roots', Sasuke dryly thought.

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For once in his life, Sasuke actually regretted not sleeping with all the girls that had thrown their bodies at him, one after another until there was a pile of squealing females blocking his path. Although, as it seemed like Itachi really wanted to make him a virgin sacrifice, he'd probably just convince the village that Sasuke was one anyway, had he slept with a girl or not.

Now Sasuke was all dolled up, wrapped in a ceremonial kimono. The streets were decorated and the villagers were out on the streets, cheering him on (those freaking bastards). Sasuke had been given a silver dagger, a box of matchsticks and some rope. He had dared to ask what they were for, in which Itachi had cheerfully said that since the people of their village had no clue about how a virgin sacrifice was supposed to work, they just gave Sasuke various ways to kill himself.

Now encouraged by his brother's ever so comforting words, Sasuke started his journey to sacrificehood. Their village resided at the foot of a mountain and believed that their ever loving god lived up there, watching over the village with a smile on its face. Sasuke sighed and cursed his luck.

But wasn't this the perfect chance for him to escape? Itachi was setting him loose outside the village after all, with no one to look after him. He tried to bite down the evil smirk that threatened to grow on his lips. The unbidden smirk died down though, when Itachi shouted after him.

"By the way Sasuke! The whole mountain is surrounded by guards, you know, to make sure you don't lose your way."

And that was it. No escaping, just sacrificing.

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It was really considerate of the villagers, Sasuke thought, to make him climb a mountain in a kimono. The shining white fabric that supposedly represented his purity had long since turned to an ugly shade of gray from all the dirt that was delighted to see something so clean to latch itself onto.

The ridiculous sandals he had tossed away at the very beginning, deciding it was simply impossible to walk on them, let alone climb a mountain. Though now the sharp rocks kept on painfully pressing against his feet, wanting to cut through the skin. And yet, that was the least of his problems.

Either he suffered from a serious lack of luck or the so-said god was being an ass, because after only three hours of climbing, the sunny sky had suddenly turned into depressing gray (breaking his sundial and thus killing his sense of time) and it started pouring on him like mad. Somewhere in the distance he could hear Itachi laugh, or maybe he was just losing it.

Ripping the hem of the kimono away so that it wouldn't be such a bother, Sasuke looked at his destination and started climbing again with furious stubbornness. He was going to die anyway, so might as well do it at the top.

But the coldness of the rain clung stubbornly onto his skin and the grumbling hunger made him feel even dizzier than the taxing weather and exhaustion from the climbing. The air grew thinner the upper he went and made his lungs scream for air.

It was stupid, it was exhausting and Sasuke was so, so tired of it all. He wasn't even there yet. That cursed mountain, did it have to be so tall? His wobbling legs couldn't support him anymore and Sasuke collapsed to the ground, into a puddle no less, and cursed as loudly as he could with his sore throat.

No matter if there was no one to witness it, it was just downright humiliating. But his aching body refused to move and Sasuke kept on thinking how nice it would have been if he'd be lying in his own bed right now, sleeping the day away like he usually did.

And so, he closed his eyes.

To Be Continued...

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