A/N: As always, an overwhelming chapter response. Even more than last time! I don't even know what to do with all of your kindnesses. I'm really sorry if I've not responded to a review - I have been completely overrun with work. I don't even know how I managed to write this chapter.

I hope you like this chapter. Lots of changes, lots of changes indeed. I hope things get a little bit more interesting in this chapter, since I think we're all a bit sick of rehashing canon…

A note: some people are wondering why I didn't give Satsuki the Mangekyou. And well, I suppose there are a couple reasons. First, and most important being, it would be fucking stupidly OP, and others being, does Satsuki really care about Naruto that much yet? Is this large enough a trauma to warrant the Mangekyou? And quite frankly, I don't think so. If Little Sasuke doesn't get the Mangekyou at the death of his whole clan, and only activates it, then it is safe to assume that any large trauma can cause an upgrade in the Sharingan. But I don't think it warrants the Mangekyou.

Actions and Words by my beta, Ekusukallybaa, is looking wondrous. The Sasuke in it is fantastic. I want to marry him, a little bit. A lot. :'(

And, as for a rec… after reading this chapter, please go read Spring of the Plague by Zenthisoror. I don't know whether I have recced it before. I dont care. It's the fucking best. It's finished, so you don't have to worry about waiting for stupid updates like you do with me. And you have my word that it is completely, and utterly, fantastic. And now…


Uzumaki


Chapter 7


'Those eyes… she's not the same as she was earlier. I can't take any more risks…'

Haku held the senbon to eye-level, watching Satsuki carefully. The girl smirked.

"With these eyes," she said, "I can see your every movement. It's only a matter of time, now…"

The malice in each word sent a shiver up Haku's spine.

He switched from mirror to mirror, firing quickly, but she dodged faster; no, that wasn't it - she wasn't any faster. She was more efficient; every move Satsuki made was quicker, each route she made ideal, conserving her energy with every duck and jump and dodge.

Each single barrage of senbon Haku sent was evaded, and perfectly so.

'My chakra… I'm too close to running out...'

He stopped, eyeing her carefully through the mask. She smirked, breathing heavily.

"Don't you see?" she said, smirking. "Revenge… revenge has brought me this beautiful, delicious power. And with it, I will erase you!"

Haku's lips thinned.

"So you may believe…"

Haku ran once more, but this time, he observed more than he attacked.

And now he saw: Satsuki was watching him.

She was running, diving, dodging, carefully avoiding her friend's corpse, but more than anything, she was watching him. She was watching his every step, and she was calculating.

This instilled a great sense of fear into him.

'Is she identifying how I fight? What exactly does she plan to do…?'

Haku truly had no idea, until it happened.

There came a single, gross miscalculation; a situation he had noticed due to the subtlety with which she set it up.

He had allowed her to stray too far from him, too far indeed; minutely, with an expertly-executed maneuver, Satsuki had become far too near to one of the mirrors.

Haku had noticed, and dived across-

To which Satsuki sent a horridly forceful foot into his stomach at close range, sending him smashing into the mirror behind him.

Haku winced, sitting up. Blood gathered in his mouth, spilling down his chin.

"Futile," Haku said, and so it was; he melded back into the mirror quickly, with Satsuki within the dome all the same.

Even as everything seemed fine - even though the setback was minor, and he was quickly melding back into his ice mirrors - Haku felt a great, unerring sense of unease as Satsuki smirked. The turn of her lips was not a pleasant one.

She ran.

It took every ounce of Haku's effort to try and catch her, and he did not. Although Zabuza had told Haku, once or twice, of the sheer prestige of an Uchiha eye, it meant very little to him; even as he had observed Kakashi, it had not seemed so superior.

But now, Haku understood; the Sharingan, its precise eyesight and copying - were all efficiency. A wonderful, and fantastically useful efficiency.

She was not faster than Haku, oh no. But she was efficient. There was no mistake in what she did, because there was no mistake in what she expected to come.

After ten minutes of horribly tense evasion and attack, Haku's chakra reached its limit. The mirrors collapsed.


The weapon master's shop smelled strongly of sawdust and metal, and a bespectacled man sat at the desk with a welding mask that sat oddly over his glasses.

Satsuki frowned. Her mother was chatting animatedly with the man, but Satsuki could only find the situation immensely uncomfortable. She didn't like it here, and she made that obvious to her mother by tugging on the material on the elbow of her cardigan.

"Mother," she said, quietly. "Mother, are we done?"

The week previous, Satsuki had been dragged to this shop, and forced to stretch her hands into awkward and strange positions whilst a man with a measuring tape wiggled his way around her hand. It had been unpleasant, and she was hoping something similar wouldn't happen, but the situation was risky. She needed to leave; Satsuki considered spontaneously bursting into tears, but although Mikoto was gentle, she had her doubts that her mother would excuse her for something so stupid.

"Satsuki, behave. The man has prepared something especially for you!"

'Oh,' Satsuki thought, regarding at the slightly tipsy looking man. 'Oh no.'

The man nodded at her, and stood up, disappearing into the back of the shop. Satsuki's anticipation built for a moment, until he came out with a large wooden box, sealed with golden clasps. It was much cleaner than her current environment, and he set it down on his desk, turning it to Satsuki with a gentle smile.

"Go on," her mother urged kindly with a hand on her shoulder. "Open it."

Satsuki undid the clasps awkwardly, and opened the box slowly. When she saw the contents, she couldn't help but gasp.

There lay two fans, carefully overlaying one another in a bed of soft, burgundy velvet. They were black, emblazoned with the Uchiha symbol, with untainted metal spokes of a clear, reflective silver.

She picked them up tentatively, and the carefully lacquered wooden outer cover settled into Satsuki's palm perfectly. Satsuki gaped, and at her mother's expectant look, she began to clasp the fan, splaying it out again with a deliberate motion.

She had never felt something so natural to her.

"As an Uchiha kunoichi," she said, "Tessenjutsu is our greatest strength, passed from generation to generation. After seeing you playing with my own tessen fans, I decided it was time that I commissioned your own."

Even after her mother was long gone, Satsuki trained with tessen fans; they were the pivotal point of the Gliding Edge style. They became her pride, and so, not even for her academy bell test, nor her first C-rank mission, had she brought them. They were a gift, to her.

Her outlook on this soon changed.


In Haku's stupor, Satsuki took the opportunity to reach down, and root for two adequately-sized shards of ice from the shattered mirrors.

No such shards came, but awkwardly shaped and somewhat disproportionate ones did.

Satsuki knew she was pushing her boundaries of skill by using a non-collapsable substitute for fans; let alone ones that weren't sizably comparable to her regular fans of choice.

Haku was breathing heavily behind his mask as he regained his senses, vision wavering as he attempted to steady himself.

Satsuki knew there was no chance she could pull out any more ninjutsu.

The two of them settled into a careful stance, and there was an unspoken decision.

'Taijutsu.'

"Gliding Edge," Satsuki said. She never broke her gaze, and her body contorted into a delicately balanced pose, with the shards splaying out from her palms.

"First Stance."

'Those shards... she's incorporated them into her taijutsu style perfectly, as though she is substituting for a pair of fans...'

"Tessenjutsu," Haku said, and Satsuki's eyes narrowed.

"When handled carefully, an uchiwa has the power to both rekindle a flame... and to smother it," Satsuki said, her voice even.

Satsuki held the two shards carefully, the two makeshift weapons grazing the thin flesh of her wrists. She smirked.

"So allow me to show you the true power," Satsuki said, "of an Uchiha kunoichi."

The style of the Gliding Edge was a difficult one, that was trained into the Uchiha women from an early age; the grace it required became obvious in every mannerism of an Uchiha woman. The ability to use momentum to expend less energy; careful, graceful, and precise.

The key was to allow the fans to become an extension of that elegance, and Satsuki wished more than anything at that moment that she had brought those fans.

That had been a mistake, and she was paying for it.

Satsuki had no more room for mistakes, and she ran forward.

Haku held longer, thicker senbon in either hand, parrying the deadly edge of an ice shard as Satsuki brought it around in a perfect curve.

The momentum of the spin swung Satsuki's balance to the side, and she crouched, bringing her arms around in a quick spin to hack at Haku's legs; Haku moved out of the way quickly, the sharp edge nicking the cotton of his clothing.

Satsuki quickly launched herself up, running forward with the two shards poised in front of her, and her movement was too quick for Haku to respond to as he staggered on his feet from the quick dodge of Satsuki's low swipe before-

Haku plunged the senbon into the shards, Satsuki pressing the two pieces closer to each side of his jaw, until Haku crowbarred the two shards into the air and out of Satsuki's grip. The success was tainted with the dry heaving that accompanied Satsuki's leg as the girl used his gut as leverage to flip over backwards and away from him.

Satsuki reached for two kunai, and in one swift movement, launched them at Haku.

Haku jumped, but the movement wasn't sufficient; they implanted themselves deeply into his left shin. He faltered.

Haku reached for his senbon, jumping backwards and launching a barrage at them at Satsuki. She did not even move, using the flat edge of the shards to negate every single one. Haku bit his lip.

'She's fast... just as fast as me, without those ice mirrors, but it's obvious that she can track my movements faster than she can dodge them... and with my legs damaged like this, there's no way I can keep up with that... I have to do something!'

Haku winced, picking the kunai out of his leg and jumping backwards. He was running the risk of bleeding out, and Satsuki noticed.

"Do you plan on dying here?"

"I wouldn't plan for it," Haku said, "But I will do whatever I have to as a tool."

Satsuki scoffed, settling into a twisted pose. "A tool?" she sneered. "What a sad existence. Living as an instrument of someone else's desires..."

Haku's legs were dripping with blood, but he jumped back, sending a flurry of senbon Satsuki's direction as he did.

"Are you truly that different? Shinobi are tools of a village... I am the tool of a man. You, especially, should know..."

'What is he trying to say...?!' Satsuki thought, angering quickly.

"I am the tool of my own intentions," Satsuki hissed, lunging for Haku, and the red of her eyes struck fear into his heart.

'Those eyes... is she even seeing me...?!'

Satsuki was too fast, and Haku saw the recognition of his strike before it came, even though she was not fast enough to evade it. As his senbon threatened to pierce through another shard, Satsuki brought the ice shard down to scrape along Haku's arm; Haku plunged the senbon into the girl's shoulder, and her arm loosened and dropped one shard. The victory was short-lived, as Satsuki unleashed a full-frontal assault.

Haku was mesmerised slightly by the style; it was brute force disguised as beauty.

'You'd fall in love with it before you realised you were dead...'

Satsuki parried Haku's senbon with the her forearm pressing against Haku's, swiping the shard in her other hand across Haku's stomach. The boy leaned backwards and jarred himself out of the girl's grip, attempting to kick Satsuki's jaw as he flipped over backwards.

The move backfired as Satsuki dodged easily, bringing the shard around with a momentous force that cut a significant amount of Haku's hair and left a gash in his mask.

The hair hadn't had time to fall to the ground when Satsuki stood on her hands and brought her legs around to collide with the side of Haku's head.

The hit launched Haku a few metres, his blood leaving a smudged trail.

Through a hazy double vision, Haku began to panic at Satsuki's approaching form.

'At this rate... Satsuki will escape, and Zabuza-sama will...'

Haku stood up, staggering on his feet, and he knew that Satsuki could have killed him in that instant. Whether she did not in order to prolong his suffering, or out of pity, he would never know.

"For Zabuza-sama... for the sake of his dreams… I cannot die here…!"

"Tch..."

Haku looked at the young girl. Her expression was contorted with fury.

"Don't expect to see tomorrow," Satsuki said, "when Naruto won't."

Haku smiled beneath his mask.

"True strength... comes about for those we care about. Your will to avenge, and my will to protect..." he said, clasping senbon between each finger, "...are both manifestations of love."

Satsuki scowled, and poised her leg at a 180 degree angle.

"Gliding Edge," she said. "Second Stance."

And with a deafening bang, Satsuki's foot hit the floor.

'A chakra trick… clever. She amplified the noise...'

He was awakened from his stunned stupor by an elbow to the kidney and the heel of Satsuki's foot being slammed into the back of his knee. She quickly pushed down on his shoulder, sending him to the floor before her knee was rammed into the small of his back. Haku spat blood.

'Zabuza-sama...'

"Naruto is finally smiling," Satsuki said, and her mouth was twisting into a smile. "Naruto is finally smiling!"

Her laugh shook him to his core.

How many times had Haku seen this? The insane delusions of the grieving…?

"Not like his corpse! Naruto is finally laughing again!" Satsuki howled, laughing hysterically. She doubled over, eyes filling with tears of hysteria. "Laughing! Laughing! LAUGHING!"

Haku took this opportunity to stumble away from the girl, her laughs echoing far in the mist.

Satsuki's laughs began to wash away into mild chuckles, and she looked up, Sharingan spinning wildly and grinning.

"Your death is so close I can taste it," she breathed, "and it is wonderful."

And then Satsuki's mouth was at his ear, plunging a shard of ice towards the base of his back. Her whisper was warm in his ear.

"Die."

With an abrupt movement, Haku felt several things.

She felt the interference of Zabuza at her back, as he grabbed the Satsuki's slender wrist and swung her, with impressive force, elsewhere.

Then came the interception of Kakashi, quickly engaging with Zabuza, and Haku turned around to see the conflict in his eyes.

This had been with unclear reason until a second later.

Zabuza had made a decision.


Satsuki had forcefully kicked, with every ounce of her strength, the pile of ice shards towards Haku, and had fully expected the boy to die.

Of all variations Satsuki had expected, she had not accounted for the possibility of Zabuza, the Demon of the Mist, jumping in front of the mass of shards.

Silence reigned, and then, after a moment - with nothing but a gurgle - Zabuza collapsed.

"Zabuza."

The whisper was empty sounding, and Satsuki had not heard Haku refer to his master without any kind of honorific.

"Zabuza," Haku repeated, crawling slowly towards the man. "Zabuza. Zabuza."

"Haku," the man said, his voice weak. He sounded like he was going to say more, but nothing came.

"Zabuza," Haku said. "You fool."

Zabuza coughed. The sound made Satsuki cringe.

"You're a fool," Zabuza said. "Working for a washed out demon like me…"

"I'm no fool! Zabuza… Zabuza-sama, we have to- we'll break the deal, with Gatou, I'll escape and heal you-"

"Shut up, Haku. That's enough."

Zabuza sounded tired; weary.

"Why?" Haku said, choking with the thousands of things he was trying to push out at once. "Why would you- I'm just a tool to you, Zabuza-sama! For a tool, why would you-"

"Is that how you saw it?" Zabuza said, voice straining. "For a ninja, Haku, you were always so gullible."

The bridge was quiet, and though opportunity certainly presented itself, Satsuki herself knew - and knew through the quiet, unchallenging posture of Kakashi - that to attack now was simply not right.

"You were too kind," Zabuza said. "Too kind for killing. I'm… I'm sorry for that. I have… a lifetime of apologies to make to you… worst of all, letting your dreams rely on a man like me…"

"I made that choice, Zabuza-sama," Haku whispered.

"The good in this world comes through the young. The brutal practices of that Mizukage… making young children kill one another… even as I killed anyone and everyone for money, in my mind was that belief. It doesn't atone for my sins, but…

"I'm sorry for this, Haku," Zabuza said, eyes shutting. "For all of the things I made you do. Each time, I told you to kill your heart… but you were just too gentle for that. One, final thing…"

"Yes?"

"Take that stupid mask off… there is no shame in your tears."

Zabuza passed away.

"Zabuza," Haku whispered. "Zabuza."

With a choked cry, Haku lay his head on Zabuza's chest and sobbed.

The act was pitiful; tears that fell silently, the tears of a boy without purpose. Satsuki had willed herself not to look away, but there came a point.

"What did you…" Haku said, the words not quiet but a whisper all the same. "What did you expect me to do with this worthless life of mine, Zabuza-sama…?"

Haku clasped the sides of his head, stumbling to his feet with an uncertainty of balance.

Kakashi watched with bated breath, poised to strike. The boy had his head in his hands, fingers pressed tightly to his flesh with tufts of hair clenched in between.

His quivering, unstable rage quieted, and Haku slowly pulled away his mask, and dropped it to the floor.

Satsuki froze.

"It was you," she said. "You! In the woods!"

Haku was silent.

Satsuki felt rage bubbling inside of her, and she clenched her fists. "If you have dreams of protecting those you love… how could you possibly…!? How could you possibly have done this?! If you understand that, then…!"

"My dreams," Haku said, "were Zabuza's dreams. My hopes were Zabuza's hopes. I lived for the purpose of serving him… and without him, I…"

"Living for the purpose of serving someone else's desires," Satsuki said, boiling with anger, "is ridiculous."

"Is that not what you have done?"

Satsuki stopped.

"Is that not what you have done," Haku said, "by living your life in hatred, as your brother asked? By living your life in a search for power? Are you not serving the desires of someone else, as a tool? And even then… your existence is reliant on vengeance. Reliant on an empty justice…"

"Empty justice," Satsuki said, her voice low. "Empty justice?! You killed Naruto! He did nothing but dream of being acknowledged! He was naive and stupid and he pissed me off, but you took away his hopes and dreams! Don't call this an empty justice…!"

Haku was quiet for a moment, and then he closed his eyes, head tilted towards the sky as though he were searching for stars behind his eyelids.

"But what would Naruto say? Would he thank you?"

And then, Satsuki had no more words for Haku.

"You told me in the woods that day," Haku said, "that you had no one worthy of protecting. That you didn't need anyone like that, that bonds like that would only hold you back. And yet…

"It seems as though, had it not been for Naruto's intervention, you would be dead."

Satsuki didn't say anything.

"Ahh! You useless bastards."

The ninja flicked their attention to the end of the bridge, and out stepped - with a platoon of mercenaries at his back - a short man, with thick black glasses, and a disgusting grin.

"With all the things I'd heard about you two, I thought you could polish off a decrepit old man," he snorted, "But that's not the case, eh?"

Kakashi narrowed his eyes. "Gatou."

"And you two were expensive, you know!" Gatou said, stepping forward with a reliance on his cane. "Figured I'd finish both of off to replenish my funds, you know what I'm saying? But looks like half the job is done!"

Haku stood from his master's body, and turned to Gatou.

"I have one final gift to you, ninja of Konoha... on one condition." His voice was as cold as his ice.

"What?" Satsuki whispered, and her heart went cold as Haku turned his face to her and opened his eyes.

His eyes were formed of an entire, unseeing, illustrious ice, with not iris nor pupil to speak of; pure, untainted ice, in the sockets of Haku's skull-

"Forge your own path," he said. "And find dreams."

A cackle resounded from Gatou's mouth, and Satsuki scowled.

"Dreams! Pretty words for a mercenary!" Gatou said, talking between his snorts. "I won't waste a second on a brat like you now that demon is dead. Harmless, isn't he?"

The jibes were followed by the stout man poking at Zabuza's eyelids with his walking stick, pushing aside the skin to expose the unseeing eyes behind.

Satsuki's face tightened with anger, and she stepped forward purposefully, but was stopped by the silent, motionless stance of Haku.

"My final favour to you all," Haku said, stepping forward with a posture that spoke volumes more than his monotone voice, "is to rid this world of this wretched man."

Satsuki, without thinking, stepped back, and Gatou too stumbled backwards.

"What are you saying, brat...?! Those eyes of yours- g-get him! Demon child!"

Gatou stumbled through his crowd of henchmen, towards the half-constructed edge of the bridge.

"Satsuki-san," Sakura said. "The ocean is...!"

And so, Satsuki looked.

The ocean itself, from the bridge to the radius surrounding it, was freezing, a spiderweb-like network of ice forming from the piers beneath the bridge outwards, the landscape coating in a reflective grey. The falling snow thickened.

There was an affirmative cry amongst the mercenary ranks, their weapons lifting to the sky, and they began forward.

Satsuki felt the shaking of the bridge as there was a sharp, cutting noise and the scraping of crumbling brick.

In the most beautifully disgusting show of murder Satsuki would ever bear witness to, a twisted spire of ice pierced through the bridge and through Gatou, launching through his corpse and spraying body parts and blood over the bridge.

His glasses, and his finger, landed in front of Sakura, staining her ankle with a splash of red.

She threw up.

The mercenaries stilled, their faces dripping with blood, before attempting to run.

Satsuki's hands shook first, and then she found herself on her knees, dry heaving, eyes straining as she vomited.

Haku fell down, and the bridge was quiet.

"Satsuki."

The noise was barely audible, and wiping her mouth, Satsuki responded. The fear permeated her voice.

"Yes?"

"Zabuza-sama," Haku croaked, "Please. Let me see him..."

Her nodding was slow and hesitant, and Satsuki lifted Haku and set him beside Zabuza's corpse. He was light.

The snowfall was slow and gentle as Haku turned to Zabuza's peaceful form, with outstretched, icy fingers.

"Dreaming... do you dream, even in death, Zabuza-sama? And of what...?"


Satsuki headed to Naruto with a body full of holes, and a heart full of lead.

The mist had cleared, and where Naruto lay, not snow nor blood had tread. The snowfall had stopped short of him, as had the bloodshed; he lay in a bed of ice.

Satsuki walked by his side, and her knees trembled as she knelt down beside him.

Satsuki did not cry.


"Do not cry. He led his life as an admirable shinobi, and he died as one."

Fugaku's voice was stern, and Satsuki scrubbed at her tears with the sleeve of her black dress, swallowing a hiccup and trying to blink back tears.

Itachi's presence was empty and unmoving beside her. Satsuki had had half a mind to be indignant at how he ignored her every word, until she had seen the first and only tear fall.

The day was uncomfortable; storm clouds had lingered overhead continuously, threatening rain and never spilling. When the end of the day had come, and Shisui had been firmly under dirt, Mikoto had took her daughter aside.

"It's okay to cry," she said.

Satsuki did not cry.


Satsuki felt her gut twist when she looked at Naruto. He had not moved an inch.

The hope that he would have was terribly, and illogically, pathetic.

"Liar," she said. Satsuki leaned forward, burying her head in the folds of his orange jacket. It was so cold, and the scent of everything that was Naruto had been stained by blood and the icy air.

"You stupid liar…"

And for a brief moment, she wanted to cry. She wanted tears to come, she wanted to sob; just to prove to herself, to Naruto's dead and empty corpse, that she cared, because only now-

Only now did she see that she had, and it was just so wrong when she saw those things she had said to Haku. That she had said there was no one worth protecting, because-

-because Naruto had cared enough to die for her.

He'd had dreams, and Satsuki had always thought them stupid, irrational and brash, just like she had Naruto, but somewhere along the way had came that spark of-

"I swear by the cut on this hand that I won't hold anyone back, and that I won't give up. And I never go back on my word…!"

-belief.

She had believed in Naruto, and yet, the tears would not come.

The corpse beneath her groaned.

"Eurgh…"

Satsuki started, launching back off of Naruto with wide eyes.

To her complete and utter amazement-

"My… fuck, my back…"

-Uzumaki Naruto-

"Ow… ow, ow ow…"

-was rising from the dead.

Satsuki's words caught in her throat as Naruto's bright blue eyes met hers. He blinked, before grinning widely.

His laughter resounded across the whole bridge.

"Heh-heh! I fooled you, huh?" Naruto said, laughing and sticking his tongue out at Satsuki. "It's what you get for doubting the word of Uzumaki Naruto!"

Satsuki was speechless.

"You're…" Satsuki whispered, the words refusing to come.

"Uh… Satsuki…?"

Satsuki could only describe the sensation as being dropped from a cliff, only to find Heaven below.

"You idiot," she said, words catching in her throat. "Trying to play off something like that…! And… And I still hate you!"

As she looked at Naruto's smile and open - gloriously, gloriously seeing! - blue eyes, Satsuki choked, let out a sob, and began to cry.


And so came the tale of the Great Naruto Bridge.

The bridge that brought the Land of Waves to prosperity was both strong and reliable; just like the ninja who had fought valiantly for it, who had brought the people of that country to believe in the power of unity. And so, it was named after that knuckleheaded ninja.

A fair distance across the bridge, there comes a spot that sends travellers and tradesmen into confusion; no matter what the weather, there is a stretch on this bridge that is thick with mist, and constant, unceasing snowfall.

The tale speaks of a spectre of Ice and a spectre of Mist, who protect the bridge and those who pass by upon it, by misleading those with evil intentions and casting them overboard and allowing a clear path to those with only good in mind.

The unspoken tale speaks of two mercenaries, who died together with nothing more than a young ninja to carry away the tale of their lives and dreams.

The less romantic part of that tale speaks of their pathetic deaths, of how a boy pledged himself to a selfish man, but the better part of that tale speaks of how their tales lived on.

Indeed, their tales lived on, carving the strange, uncertain, and certainly wrong future.

Because those tales, whilst wonderful, and heart-wrenchingly inspirational, were supposed to ascertain the future of a brash young boy, and yet these words had only reached the ears of a cold young girl.

But that was how it went, and so, the future went with it.


A/N: Do you like toasties? What do you have on them?

Uh, if they're called something different elsewhere, I mean two pieces of toast on top of each other with something in the middle. Usually cut into two triangles.