Another chapter! Yes! FINALLY! =P

It took a while, but here it is, folks. =D

This chapter only changes a little of the Majora's Mask game.

Now to reply to the review...

Chaos Wielder: It's okay. :) I just apologize for not updating in a while! I have been busy, too. And I just finished this chapter today! I'll be writing the next chapter soon. ^_^ Haha. Thanks so much for the review! Every review I get from you makes me smile and they really do teach me a lot. I thought I rushed the proposal thing a little, too. I guess I just wanted to get that over with. =P Lol. No. I enjoyed writing it. I just wasn't sure how to go about it. And yes! Definitely! Romani will definitely appear later on! It was so fun to write her. She's a cool little girl. xD Haha. Yeah. The Cucco Shack. That's kind of gonna tie in with a larger part of the story... Possibly. But you'll see sooner or later, anyway. ;) By the way, I hope you like this chapter! ^_^ And thank you so much! That means a lot!

Well, everyone, I hope y'all like it! =]


"You want me to wear that?" Grog was incredulous.

"Yes. You need to look nice tonight."

"Why?"

"Because this banquet is really important to me."

"Anju, I don't want to wear that."

She held up the tuxedo and examined it. "Why? What's wrong with it?"

"I just don't like it."

"Oh. Come on, Grog. It would look great on you!"

Grog shook his head.

Anju sighed. "Will you at least try it on?"

Grog was quiet for a while. "...Fine," he finally agreed.

"I look like an alien from Planet Stupid Suits," Grog commented as he stared at himself in the mirror.

"You do not!" Anju exclaimed. "You look like a prince charming."

Grog rolled his eyes. "Yeah; because that's so much better."

Anju ignored what he'd said as she straightened out his tie.

"Seriously, Anju, this suit is too tight," he complained.

"It's just because you haven't gotten used to wearing it yet."

Grog pulled on the collar of his shirt, trying to be able to breathe.

"Don't do that!" Anju exclaimed. "You'll mess up your tie!"

Grog sighed. "It doesn't have to be perfect, Anju."

"Yes it does," she insisted. "You need to make a good impression on Kafei's family."

"But when I was little, you told me to be myself and things would work out for the better."

"This time it's a little different, Grog..." she muttered while straightening out the wrinkles on the arm of his jacket.

"What?" he asked in disbelief. "How come those rules don't apply to this situation?"

"Because this is a very formal banquet. That means that you can't just show up wearing your casual, comfortable clothes," she explained softly.

He inwardly groaned, but didn't say anything else. He was glaring at his fancy shoes when he felt a gentle hand touch the side of his face.

He looked up to see Anju's blue eyes staring at him with a mixture of care and sadness. She gave him the smallest of smiles. "Your eye looks like it's healing," she told him.

He nodded slowly. His eye had gotten less and less purple over the last couple of days and it was no longer swollen. He figured it would go back to its normal color within the next day or so.

Anju took her hand off his face and hesitated to say something. "Grog?"

"Yeah?"

"Well... um..." She sighed, finally deciding to just come right out and ask. "Kafei said he saw you the other night. What were you out doing at a time like that?"

He tried to think of a reasonable lie. "I... couldn't sleep. I wanted to take a walk."

"Grog, I know that's not true. Now, please-"

Anju was interrupted by the door opening. "Anju, Grog, it's time to leave now. I hope you're both ready," their mother said.

"Why are you so dressed up, Mother?" Anju asked. "I thought you were going to stay here and run the inn."

"I was, but your uncle, Tom, said that he would run it for us tonight." She turned to Grog. "Wow. You certainly look... different."

He glared at her before stiffly walking out of the room.

"Be sure not to get anything on that suit!" Anju called after him. "We're only renting it for tonight!"

"Yeah, yeah," Grog called with a bored tone of voice, giving a short wave of his hand.

It was the fanciest place in Clock Town. It was mostly a restaurant for rich people, or important people of the town. It was considered an honor for anyone such as Grog's family to even be invited there.

Grog nervously looked around.

People in royal-looking dresses and tuxedos walked across the gold, marble floor. Some of them were dancing gracefully in the middle of the room while others were sitting at round tables, enjoying their expensive dinners.

Purple curtains hung on tall pillars that went straight to the ceiling; which had a huge chandelier hanging from it.

Grog spotted the mayor and his family halfway across the room.

"Don't mess this up for us," Mutoh whispered to Grog.

Grog didn't have time to reply, because that was when Anju raced across he room to Kafei, who was now standing, looking their way.

Once she'd reached him, he swooped her up into his ars and spun her around. She giggled with happiness.

Grog rolled his eyes and resisted the urge to throw up.

He and the rest of his family slowly approached the table.

Even though he was wearing a suit, Grog still felt odd around all of those people.

Madame Aroma smiled politely at all of them. "Hello," she greeted, standing up.

"Hi," said Catrina, shaking Madame Aroma's hand. "I'm Catrina, and this is my family." She motioned to everyone else nearby. "That's my husband, Mutoh." Mutoh nodded at them. "That's my mother-in-law. We call her Granny."

Granny grinned, but it looked more like a smirk. "Hi, dear. Would you like me to read you a story?"

Kafei laughed and Catrina continued.

"That's our son, Grog." Grog blinked. "And, of course, you know our daughter, Anju."

Anju smiled brightly and hugged Kafei.

Madame Aroma smiled. "It's nice to meet all of you. My name is Aroma." She motioned ot her family. "That is my husband, the mayor, Dotour." He smiled and waved. "And that is our son, Kafei."

Kafei grinned at everyone.

"I remember you," Catrina said to Kafei, her voice was calm, but it was obvious that she was glaring at him.

Kafei opened his mouth to say something, but Madame Aroma spoke before he could. "You all should sit down. We must eat before the food gets cold."

Everyone took their seats and began eating their food. An awkward silence fell between them.

Grog figured it was better than everyone starting an argument. Because that would ruin everything for Anju. And he didn't want for that to happen.

Mutoh cleared his throat before turning to Mayor Dotour. "Thank you so much for allowing my workers and I to start building a watch tower for The Carnival of Time. We really appreciate it."

Mayor Dotour chuckled. "Oh. It was no problem at all." He paused, seeming to be deep in thought. "Although, I do have one question."

"Hm?" Mutoh questioned, his mouth full of a large piece of steak.

"Why did you get your son to handle your errand?"

Mutoh swallowed his food. "Because..." he trailed off, trying to think of a good reason why.

Grog decided to cut in. He didn't want to hear about this from his dad when he got home. "Because... I... really wanted to meet the mayor of Clock Town... and Dad was busy working."

Mayor Dotour was about to ask why Mutoh was working when the mayor hadn't even said yes yet, but decided to let it go.

Mutoh sighed in relief.

Granny turned ot Madame Aroma. "So, dear, what is your name?"

Madame Aroma was taken aback. "Um, I just told you. My name is Aroma," she explained.

"I apologize," Catrina said before Granny could get another word in. "She can be a bit... forgetful sometimes.

"Forgetful?" Pure anger shone in Granny's eyes. "I am not forgetful!" She turned to Mutoh. "I told you not to marry this maniac of a woman!"

Grog raised his eyebrows. And just when you think you know someone...

"What?" Catrina shrieked. "You never told me that!"

"It's obvious that you're an idiot. I thought you would have noticed by now."

Catrina's face was turning red with anger.

Grog could feel the tension at the table and he looked over at Anju. She looked close to tears.

Well, this was their family, after all.

It's better that Kafei got to see the real them before he and Anju got married. Just in case he had any... you know... second thoughts about it.

Kafei put a gentle arm around Anju's shoulders.

"Don't you comfort her," Catrina told him, angry. "This is our family and if you don't like how we are, maybe you shouldn't even be marrying her in the first place."

He looked confused.

Madame Aroma was outraged and Mayor Dotour's eyes went wide.

"I will not tolerate you speaking to my son like that!" exclaimed Madame Aroma.

"Yeah? Well, tolerate it, because she's just that crazy," Granny said.

Mutoh was quick to speak before Catrina could. "Okay, Mom. That's enough!" He turned to his youngest child. "Grog, could you please take Granny home?"

Grog nodded and stood up before walking over to Granny and taking hold of the handles of her wheelchair.

"What?" Granny was appalled. "No! I'm not leaving!" She leaned over toward Mutoh and whacked him on the head with her pocket book.

"Ow!" Mutoh shouted. "What's in that thing?"

Granny didn't answer, but she looked over her shoulder at Grog, silently warning him not to make her leave.

He immediately took his hands off the wheelchair and slightly held them up in defense. He glanced around the room. People were starting to stare.

"Grog, get her out of here," Mutoh whispered.

Grog took hold of the wheelchair again and began backing it up.

"No!" Granny yelled. "I don't wanna leave yet!"

Grog ignored her and kept going.

She continued to yell and protest, drawing even more unwanted attention to them.

Before anyone could react, a little boy was running nearby with a cart of food. A waiter was chasing him. Grog noticed and quickly pushed his grandmother toward the table. He was trying to move out of the way, but didn't move quick enough.

The cart went slamming into his stomach, causing him to slide on the top of it before flipping off.

The little boy had gotten out of the way before Grog had went crashing down onto the floor. Grog heard a rip from behind. He soon realized that the back of his suit had ripped and that, if he hadn't been sitting down, everyone would be able to see his boxer shorts from behind. See, Anju? he thought. I told you that the suit was too tight.

He slowly sat up.

The waiter who had been chasing the little boy looked down at Grog. His eyes were wide. "Oh! Goodness, sir! Are you okay?"

Grog, still a little dazed from the fall, nodded. "Yeah..."

Anju was already up and hurrying over to him. "Grog! Are you all right?"

"I'm fine."

She gasped.

He quickly looked up at her. "What?"

"Your suit! It's ruined!"

He looked down, only to find that his suit was wet and covered in food.

Catrina was furious as she stood up. "I don't believe this! After all the money we spent on that suit!" She walked over to her children, her heels clicking loudly on the floor. "Get up!" she yelled at Grog. "We're leaving since you don't even know how to act respectively around these people!" She turned to the rest of her family. "All of you get up, too! We're all leaving!"

Grog quietly sighed before getting to his feet.

Catrina grabbed him by the collar of his suit and began angrilly marching him toward the exit.

"Leave it to Grog to do something that stupid," muttered Mutoh as he grabbed hold of Granny's wheelchair. "Now, Mom, don't go crazy this time..."

"I'm not crazy!" Granny screamed at him.

He began wheeling her away from the table. "Whaaat? We're leaving?" She smiled softly before looking over her shoulder at Kafei and his family. "Well, have a nice evening, dears. Maybe next time I can read you a story."

Anju nearly performed a facepalm when Granny, who decided to make things creepier, winked at her fiance's family.

Mutoh wheeled the old woman out of there.

Anju turned to Kafei, Madame Aroma, and Mayor Dotour. Her mouth was open, but no words were coming out.

They all stared at her, wide eyed.

She finally sighed. "I'm sorry," she said slowly. "About..." She tried to think of the right words. "...All of that." She paused. "Thank you all - very much - for having all of us here to eat dinner with you." She smiled as brightly and as hopefully as she could. "Maybe we can do this again sometime." She gave them a small wave and polite bow before slowly turning around.

She was way past the point of embarrassed. "Or maybe not," she added, barely audible, through clenched teeth.

Despite the fact that some people around the big room were still staring, she held her head high as she left the building, holding onto the last bit of dignity she had left.

Kafei's family watched her as she exited the restaurant.

"Well, that was... not boring," Madame Aroma commented.

"No. Not at all," Mayor Dotour added.

Even though Kafei felt bad for Anju, he still felt the need to lighten the mood. "But Anju looked great, right?" he asked his parents.

Both of them shot him frustrated looks.

He blushed and shrugged. "Well... I thought so," he muttered.


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