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Ten years after the events of Majora's Mask, Link was living happily in the Stock Pot Inn hotel. A lot had changed over the years, but the love Link held for Anju still remained.

Time's cruel hand of change had not touched Clock Town over the years. It remained as it was since the day Link first arrived. One minor difference was that since the town's threat of destruction was over, many of its citizens returned, which caused the population to triple in size. As an aftermath of such growth, Anju's Stock Pot Inn hotel became thriving with new business. Link eagerly agreed to help with the hotel when Anju quickly became overwhelmed with new borders. The old members still lingered on the 2nd floor, yet new borders occupied the newly created 3rd floor and basement. Overtime, everyone grew into a family.

One morning as Link awoke, he noticed Anju wasn't there. Moving his hand over the place Anju slept, he noticed the sheets were still warm from her body heat. Slowly, Link got up and prepared for the new day. His eyes were still filled with early morning haze as he descended the stairs. At the front desk, he saw Anju standing with her back to him. She was going over bills as Link slowly placed his hands on her shoulders.

"You still haven't collected the rent," said Anju. Her focus was not unbroken even by her lover's touch. The muscles in Link's face began to cringe as his joyful expression suddenly turned to pure irritation.

"You know I hate playing paddy-cake with those new borders on the 3rd floor. Couldn't you do it?" Anju sighed as she continued with her work. She either didn't notice Link's obvious objections, or she simply choice to ignore them. "You know, if we split up and do it together, we could have time for… other things," said Link as he slowly moved his hands across Anju's body.

"I don't have time to play with you right now. Just do your job and let me do mine," said Anju as she grabbed Link's hands and removed them from her waist. Link, seeing as how his advances would not be profitable, slowly began to walk upstairs to the 3rd floor.

Link's feelings towards the borders on the 2nd floor were all positive. He had known them since he first came to Clock Town over ten years ago. Their routine behavior and subtle mannerisms were forever embedded in Link's memory as a part of him. There was the organ grinder, whose constant performance of the same songs nearly drove everyone insane. It became so bad that Anju had no choice but to turn the room into a sound proof fortress which no noise could escape. There were the dancers who continuously practiced their choreography in the hopes of becoming famous performers. Link often saw them walking across the hall with their minds a million miles away. They would walk a few steps, stop, lift their heads toward the sky as if pondering the mysterious of the universe and walk again. They often continued this pattern for several hours straight throughout the day. Finally, there were the two brothers. Like the dancers, they too were performers. However, their form of entertainment comprised of telling the same joke over and over until the audience finally left, or laughed simply to make them feel better about their inadequacy at humor.

The faint sound of music could be heard one floor below as Link walked towards room 309. Carefully, he opened the door. Before the door was halfway open, a fist made of pure stone charged towards Link's face. Link stepped to the side seconds before the fist made contact with his face. Before Link could gather his thoughts a second fist flew towards him. With no time to react, Link took the full blow to his face. His head leaned back yet his body still remained unshaken.

"Link, you ok? You bleedin?" A rather large goron stood in the doorframe. His face had an almost comedic expression as he saw Link standing perfectly still in the middle of the hall.

"I'm getting really tired of this," said Link as his head still faced the ceiling. "Just give me this month's rent so I can leave." The goron shrugged as Link leaned his head forwards.

"I can pay you by the end of the week. My big fight with Stony Curtis is coming up, so I can pay you with part of my prize money." Link didn't say a word as he walked away leaving the goron standing looking stupidly in the doorframe. The goron, whose name happened to be Sam, had been saying the same thing for the past three years. Once a month, Link would knock on his door only to be slammed in the face. At first, the shock was so bad that he actually had to spend a few days at the local hospital. However, as the months progressed, Link was able to time Sam's movements and react accordingly. He was sure that if he and Sam ever entered a boxing ring, Link could easily counter all of his punches with ease.

A thin layer of smoke was coming from the next room as Link approached the door. As he put his hand on the knob, he could feel heat emitting from the hot metal onto his cold hand. The moment Link opened the door his senses were drowned out by the smell of burning eggs. A zora wearing a green apron stood over a pan covered with black material, which was at one point fried eggs.

"Get out of here Link! I'm cooking! You understand me?" said the zora as he scrapped the burnt eggs off the frying pan and into the trash. His hands did an unusual amount of shaking as he slammed the pan back on the hot stove.

"You know the drill Johnny. You have the rent?" Johnny's hands continued to shake as he cracked open two new eggs over the pan. The rest of his body remained under control as he continued to work, and without turning to face Link he said,

"Tomorrow, I'll have the money by tomorrow. You know I'm good for it. Don't you know who I am?" Out of the corner of Link's eye, he saw an electric guitar leaning against the wall. The paint was cracked in several places along with a few missing strings. There was no other noise in the room besides the sound of the newly cracked eggs frying.

"I know who you use to be," said Link as he turned and walked out of the room.

The last border lived at the very end of the hall. There were no windows at this part of the floor which cut off the section of the hallway into darkness. Link knocked softly on the door and waited. After a few moments passed, Link knocked again slightly louder this time. Before Link could knock again, the door slowly opened to reveal a very tall Deku dressed in a green suit. He let Link in as he slowly returned to his chair. The room was dark except for a dim light-bulb hanging from the ceiling. The deku sat motionless on the chair staring blankly into Link's eyes.

"Hey Big D, it's the first of the month. I need the rent," said Link. He used a more calmer tone than he did with the others. The Deku still sat motionless. His head nearly reached the ceiling even though the chair was low to the floor. After a few minutes, the Deku slowly took out an enveloped and outstretched his arm. Without saying anything, Link took the envelope and started to leave. Before he did, he turned to face the deku one last time. "Well… I guess I'll see you next month. You ok up here? Anything you need?" The deku still remained motionless. "Well, I'll be downstairs if you need anything." And with that, Link left the room, slowly closing the door behind him.

Upon returning to the main lobby, Link saw a middle-aged man leaning over the front desk talking to Anju. A bald spot stuck out in the middle of his thin red hair, which give his head the appearance of an apple that had just been aggressively peeled.

"And the tournament lasted for nearly seven hours, which is odd since the normal regulated time for chess tournaments is around five hours," said the man as his hand unconsciously grabbed one of the papers on Anju's desk.

"Oh, is that so uncle?" said Anju as she gentle tugged the paper out of his firm grip.

"Why yes. Johns was there along with Toby. And do you know what happened at the award ceremony when everything was all over?"

"I don't imagine I would," said Anju as she threw away the torn piece of paper.

"They had all of use line up. Ah that is to say the judges had all of us line up to determine who won what. Well, Johns turned out alright, Toby was fair, but do you know what happened when they got around to me?" Anju remained silent even though she knew her uncle expected a response. "Not even 10th place! Which is completely ridicules since I had a winning score of three games to one. Three games to one! Of course the trouble is that the awards don't go to the one with the highest wins, but to the one with the highest rating. Of course the rating system its self doesn't really matter since it's… Since it's… Anju, wasn't there something you were going to give me?"

"Link should have the money," said Anju, clearly pleased that the dull conversation was finally at an end.

"Sorry Andrew, all I have is the money from the Deku. I'll have to get the rest later." Andrew starred at Link with a blank expression. It took him a few moments to realize he would not be paid his full amount this month.

"Well, that's not good. That's not good at all. I don't see how you two are going to run this hotel if half your borders don't even pay on time. The best way to deal with the situation would be kicking all those who don't pay on time out. That's the trouble with you Anju. You were always too generous. It's not ah… It's not… Well, I must be on my way. Come by my office if you need anything."

"Oh, right, you're living in that small apartment under the Milk Bar aren't you?" said Link with a hint of a smirk on his face. The idea that someone would choose to live in a two room basement under a noisy bar still remained a mystery to him.

"Oh yes that's right," said Andrew, clearly not noticing Link's insult. Link watched Andrew gather his things and leave which left him alone with Anju.

"I'd wish you'd be nicer to him. I know he's full of himself, but he's my uncle," said Anju as she walked around the front desk towards Link. Her uncle, who technically owned the hotel ever since Anju's mother died, took it upon himself to frequently check on the status of the place. Even though it was Link and Anju who dealt with managing the hotel, Andrew, for some reason, had little faith in his niece.

Suddenly, a loud smash came from upstairs fallowed by the twin brothers landing on the floor. Sam was standing atop the stairs with his fists raised.

"I told you boys if you wanna fight me, you'll have to come in guns blazing!" Laughing madly, Sam charged down the stairs towards the twins. Before Sam could reach them, one of the twins took out a handful of playing cards with sharp edges. Any normal person would have had their face cut apart as the cards sliced into Sam. However, Sam's stony face merely caused the bladed cards to bounce off him without leaving a scratch. "Nice try but not good enough! Now here comes trouble!" Sam raised his fist and charged towards the twins once more. Seconds before Sam's fist made impact on their faces, the twins moved out of the way which caused Sam to punch a hole through one of the walls.

"Oh my God I'm not in the mood for this today!" shouted Anju as she stood in-between Sam and the twins. "If all of you want to see how strong you are, you'll do it outside!" Sam looked as though he was about to argue, but seeing the sternness in Anju's eyes caused him to lose his fury. Throughout the entire ordeal, Link had been sitting on the couch smoking a cigarette. In his younger days, he would have jumped at the opportunity to try and break up a hallway fight. But now, he just didn't care anymore. "And how many times have I told you to smoke outside!" shouted Anju as she turned to face Link.

Life went on like this nearly every day. It had its share of adventure, yet Link either could not see it or didn't care to engage in them. Besides the usual hotel drama, life fell into a routine pattern that Link had long since memorized. Of course, the only constant in life is change, which would be something Link would find out soon.

Later that night when all the excitement had died down, a motorcycle roared in the distance as it made its way towards Clock Town. The rider of the bike was dressed in a dark green jacket and white paints. His eyes were covered by dark blue sunglasses. Reaching the entrance of town, the man cut off the engine and slowly descended from his bike. The town stood dead silent as he walked through the streets into East Clock Town. With no clear destination, the man continued to quietly walk through the town until he ended up in front of the clock tower in South Clock Town. Once there, the man stopped to look at his surroundings. He slowly moved his head from left to right as he gazed at the eternal emptiness of the night air. Finally, after a few minutes of silence, he spoke as he leaned against a nearby wall.

"I'm gonna take this town over."