Another chapter! ^_^

I now have all the chapters I've written so far edited! I just have to write the rest of chapter six and start on chapter seven and I'll be happy! Which, I already am. But... yeah! =D

This chapter changes nothing about the Majora's Mask game and I'm not really sure what everyone will think of it. But I like it okay! =)

Chaos Wielder: Thanks SO much for the reviews! Those last two reviews are seriously the best reviews I've ever gotten! Not only did they include constructive criticism, they were also very nice and they made me feel happy (as all your other reviews have before)! So, thank you. You are officially my favorite reviewer! ^_^ I really hope that you like this chapter! :)

Now, to answer your review. =) Yes, I really tried hard to make Mutoh as much as a jerk as possible. Which, he seemed like one in the game, so, that's why. Oh! I didn't mean for you not to be able to understand that part about Grog and Tom. I'll go and change it when I get a chance! And thanks for saying that you like how I portray Grog in this story! It means a lot! And yes, I tried to make it where it seems like Grog and Mutoh's workers had some arguments/fights in the past without ever having to do a flashback or anything like that. I never really pictured them getting along really well. Thanks a bunch for what you said about Anju! I'm glad she didn't seem too out of character! =D So, overall, thank you SO much for the review and again, you are my favorite reviewer ever! Thanks so much! =D

Oh. And I will correct the spelling errors. Thank you. =)

Well, here is another chapter! I hope anyone who reads it likes it! ^_^

Without warning, the door swung open and in came Mutoh. "Anju, I need to talk to Grog. Alone," he said firmly.

Anju didn't move; she just crossed her arms and stood there.

"Get out before I throw you out," Mutoh ordered, growing angrier.

"Look," Anju replied firmly. "You can't-"

Grog interrupted her. "Go, Anju. I'll be fine," he said, sounding fearless.

Anju hesitated, but then walked out of the room.

Mutoh shut the door when she was gone.

Grog stood up and turned around to face his dad. It was clear that Grog's left eye was still throbbing and swollen.

Mutoh laughed. "My worker got you good. I'm glad. You deserved it."

Grog stood up straighter, hanging on to Anju's words. Don't ever give up. You have to keep going. "What're you here for? What do you want?" he asked, sounding brave.

"Well, what do you think?" Mutoh asked.

Grog looked deep into his father's eyes. "You want me to do something. But not a favor where I can do it if I want; you're going to make me do something," he answered. Over the years, he had gotten used to the look in his dad's eyes whenever he wanted something.

"How did you know that?" Mutoh demanded.

Grog remained calm. "You always want something from me," he answered quietly.

"Good to know that you realize that," Mutoh snarled. "Anyway, you're right. I do want something. I want you to work here tomorrow. You're going to run the counter." He threw a paper at Grog. "That's tomorrow's schedule for you. Stick to it or my workers will stick it to you. The hard way." And with that, Mutoh had left the room.

Grog slowly bent down and picked up the paper. He read it and grew more and more furious as he did. "Argh!" he yelled, balling up the paper and throwing it on the floor. Then, he remembered his father's words, Stick to it. Or my worker's will stick it to you. The hard way. Grog picked up the paper and unballed it. Then, he walked out of the room. He was heading to the balcony of the inn. He had just grabbed hold of the door handle to the balcony when Anju walked up to him.

"Where are you-" He cut her off.

"Need some air," he said.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"I'm fine," he answered her calmly. "I just need to be alone for a while."

Grog stepped out onto the balcony, feeling the fresh and cool air rushing around him. He shut the door behind him and breathed in deep. He sat on the edge of the balcony; letting his legs hang off. He looked at the paper that Mutoh had gave him. There was a list of things to do on it. The list read:

"Wake up at 4:00AM,

Get ready for the day, try to at least look better than normal,

The inn opens three and a half hours earlier than usual, which means 4:30AM,

you are to be behind the counter by 4:25AM,

you work until 4:00PM and then Anju takes your shift,

as soon as Anju is behind the counter, be a good little inn worker and pick up everyone's dirty clothes (even your own) and put them in a basket,

take all of the clothes to the Laundry Pool and wash them,

I expect you to be done by 5:00PM (one of my workers will come check),

head to Romani Ranch and get a bag full of milk (all the milk should be in bottles inside the bag),

come all the way back to Clock Town and deliver the milk to the Milk Bar (going to Romani Ranch and coming back to the Milk Bar should only take 30 minutes; one of my workers will make sure that you have done it by then),

head to the Mayor's office and have a chat with him about my workers and I building a new building,

while you're still at the Mayor's Residence talk to Madame Aroma about it also (This should only take 2 hours),

by then it should be 7:30PM, so, go to the bank and start me a bank account (that should take 30 minutes),

then, come back to the inn.

HAHA! GOT YOU! You thought that was all, right? Well, you were wrong! Here is the rest:

When you're back at the inn, go into the kitchen and fix your poor, old grandmother some soup,

after you give it to her, go to the store and buy 3 turkeys,

then when you bring them back, cook all three of them and be sure to only give them my servants, my wife, and I,

all of that should only take an hour.

Next, I want you to sweep outside of the inn and then come in and sweep every room in the inn (that should only take thirty minutes),

then, make sure that every guest is happy, afterward, turn off all of the lights in the inn and go to the employees' room.

Grab my hunting gear and go out into Termina field, toward the swamp, to hunt (that should take you 2 hours),

then, come back to the inn, put your game in the kitchen and put my gear in our bedroom.

Afterward, I'll need you to go to the store and buy me some candy (if the store is closed, sneak in, leave the money on the counter).

By then, it should be 12:00AM and you are free to do what you want.

Throughout the day, my workers are going to check up on you; to make sure that you're doin' your job.

Mutoh."

Grog sighed. How he could do all of that in just a day, he didn't know. All he knew was, that he had to do it. He didn't want another black eye to match the one he already had. But he was already tired, and he knew that he'd need to rest to get through the next day. He moved away from the edge of the balcony and scooted close to the huge gong-like thing hanging on it. He leaned against the board that held it up. He folded the paper and put it in his pocket. His eyelids grew heavier and he closed them.

While asleep, Grog had nightmares about the next day. About him getting another black eye, about one of Mutoh's servants beating him up and pushing him into the Laundry Pool, about Anju getting taken away from him and disappearing, because he could not finish his jobs. The last one came more often, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't wake up. For hours, he screamed, talked, and cried in his sleep. The agonizing nightmares went on and on. To Grog, they felt real and they kept coming back.

Grog was in a hurry. He seemed to be running behind. His feet were pounding the ground so hard that it stung. He was running. Quickly, at that. The world around him looked like a blur. He was focusing only on reaching his destination. He was already almost an hour late for that.
He reached the Laundry Pool and skidded to a halt so that he wouldn't fall in. He glanced down at his pale hands and was confused at why there was no laundry basket with him. He walked over to the water and looked into it at his reflection. It was staring back at him with emotionless eyes.
He began to get the weird feeling that someone was watching him. He shuddered a little and then jumped when he realized that there was another reflection in the water that wasn't just his own.
Beside his reflection, he could see a very familiar face.
He quickly looked up and into the eyes of the newcomer. It was Sabooro and Shiro, two of Mutoh's workers.
"I see you haven't been washing clothes like you were supposed to," snarled Sabooro.
Shiro looks at his friend. "So, Sabooro, I was thinking we teach him not to ever forget his chores. What do you think?"
"I think we should."
Grog nearly glared at them as they came closer to him.
He clenched his hands into fists and took a step back.
They came toward him some more, scary-looking grins on their faces.
Grog didn't show it, but he was afraid.
Grog's heart was beginning to pound harder as the dream kept going.
He swung a right punch at Shiro and Shiro dodged it.
"Like you could ever hurt us."
Grog was silent as he watched the two of them. The only sound that could be heard was the natural sound of the workers' deep breathing and the sound of the wind blowing around them. Grog thought fast, ran between the workers and headed to get out of that place. He needed people to be around. He needed someone to be able to stop them if they tried to hurt him. But he wasn't about to call for help.
He was nearly out of the Laundry Pool area when he felt strong arms grab hold of his shoulders and pull him back.
"You're not getting away that easily, Grog."
He slammed his eyes shut and he felt someone punch him in the stomach. Once. Twice.
He nearly winced, but held it in, instead.
Someone punched him in the eye that wasn't already black. He opened his eyes and saw that it was kind of blurry.
Another punch to his stomach.
He was trying hard to gulp in lungfuls of air.
He felt himself being picked up and tossed.
His eyes snapped open just in time for him to land in the freezing water of the Laundry Pool. He sat there for a moment, frozen by the water and the punch he had received before he had flown into the pool.
He was confused as both Shiro and Sabooro ran out of the small area and toward South Clock Town. He wondered what they were up to; but didn't really want to make a point to go chasing after trouble.
He slowly got out of the water, shivering a little.
He left a track of puddles and footprints behind himself as he walked to the main part of South Clock Town. He only wanted more than any thing to get back to the inn.
He had just entered East Clock Town when he heard a high-pitched scream.
His heart began to pound when he realized he recognized the scream. He raced toward the inn at a fast speed and skidded to a halt before he could reach the door. He spotted Shiro, Sabooro, and Anju all standing on the balcony of the inn. Sabooro had a knife held to Anju's throat.
Grog ran through the inn and was on the balcony in seconds.
Shiro turned to him, an evil look on his face.
Grog had tears in his eyes and was trying to come up with a plan. His hands clenched into fists as he took a brave step forward.
"Come any closer and Sabooro will drop her to the ground. Hard," Shiro threatened.
Grog said nothing. He looked worriedly at his older sister and saw that she, too, was crying. It wasn't very often that she ever cried.
"Let her go," Grog ordered.
"Why would we do that?" Sabooro asked.
"Because you'll be sorry if you don't." Grog took a small step forward.
Sabooro held the knife closer to Anju's throat. Anju cried harder.
Grog, hoping to catch everyone off guard and save his sister, ran as quick as he could toward Sabooro.
Sabooro let go of Anju and she fell.
Jiro quickly ran over to Anju down below, picked her up, and ran out of East Clock Town.
"You'll never see her again after this," said Sabooro.
"And that's what you get for not finishing your jobs," Shiro added, smirking.
"NO!" Grog screamed out loud, his heart pounding, lots of tears streaming down his face. His eyes snapped open for a second, but he quickly drifted off to sleep again after a minute where many different dreams came and went, all of them horrifying.

Down below, someone was hiding; quietly watching him scream. Feeling sorry for him. But the person did not feel sorry enough for him to reveal its identity.

Grog continued to scream until, suddenly, out of no where, he felt a warm hand touch his frozen arm.

He woke up, screaming at Anju to run. Even though he was awake, he still felt like he was in his nightmare. His heart was beating out of his chest and he was... wet. He then realized how bad he had been sweating. Panting, he whirled his head around in every direction.

That's when he spotted the person who'd touched his arm. "Anju! You've got to get out of here!" he yelled. "They're coming!"

Anju stared at him, sad and confused. "Grog," she said quietly. "Who's coming?"

That's when one of Mutoh's servants opened the balcony door and stormed out.

"Him!" Grog cried, his voice hoarse. Within seconds, he had pushed Anju behind him and quickly put on a determined face. "Get back!" he yelled. "Or you'll regret coming out here!"

The worker, Sabooro, looked at Anju with a blank expression. "Has your stupid brother lost it or what?" he snarled.

"Um..." Anju had no idea; she could tell that Grog wasn't acting as he usually did.

"If you take her away from me again, I'll kill you!" Grog threatened.

Worry finally set in for Anju. "Grog! I'm right here! No one took me; I'm fine," she explained.

Grog turned around and looked into his sister's big blue eyes. "What?" he asked, confused.

"I'm okay," Anju said.

"B-but-he and... you-and-"

Anju put a hand over Grog's mouth. "You're awake now," she explained calmly.

Grog let out a sigh of relief. "It was just a nightmare," he whispered. But it might be a nightmare that'll come true if I don't do my jobs tomorrow, he thought.

"Why were you sleeping out here?" Anju asked.

"I needed some space," Grog explained.

"You're frozen. You shouldn't have stayed out here so long!" Anju said.

"What? Frozen? I'm sweating," Grog replied.

"Oh no! You must have a fever!" Anju cried. She quickly rushed Grog inside and made him lay down.

Then, for the next hour, she made him drink water and eat the soup that she had made. "Really, Anju, I promise you, I'm okay. I'm better," Grog tried to reassure her as she tried to put a spoonful of soup in his mouth. He didn't want to tell her, but she really was a bad cook.

Soon enough, though, he'd finished his soup and went back out onto the balcony.

Anju went out there with him. "If you're going to sleep in the cold. So am I," she said, handing Grog a small blanket.

Grog nodded, but didn't didn't smile. "Thanks," he said.

A few minutes later, Anju had fallen asleep. Grog got the blanket and covered her with it. Then, he, too, went to sleep.

Thanks for reading! Review if you like it, please! =D The next chapter will be a little more hectic. Is that good or bad? You'll see. =D