A/N: Well, I don't know, maybe the second or third last chapter. I've decided to write a bit more of this one. I'm looking for new story ideas in the areas of Dragonball Z or Zelda. Anyone who has any suggestions can put them in a review. Willing to do crossovers between the two. Oh, and to the person who asked about the sleeping Kokiri, I'm sorry, it's a plot hole...I couldn't be bothered to play my Zelda game and go through every house looking for beds. I do make mistakes, so does every author.
Disclaimer: Usual disclaimers apply. (He he, got this from "To Eat or Not to Eat".)

There was a knock at Link's door, waking him up from a restless sleep. Not only was he worried about his friends, he was also thinking and dreaming about the strange girl who hadn't explained herself.
"GO AWAY!" he yelled.
"Hey, it's only me. What is it with everyone?." It was Mido.
"Oh, sorry Mido. I'm just tired, hardly slept. Come in," Link said. Mido opened the door.
"You do realise it's 12 o'clock?" Mido asked as he shut the door.
"WHAT? TWELVE O'CLOCK?"
Mido grinned. "Didn't think so," he said. "Saria ordered breakfast for you, but you were still asleep, so I ate it. Sorry." Link faked an upset look and then grinned too.
"Its OK. Where's Saria, by the way?"
"She went downstairs," Mido said. "She's still really upset. She took it badly. I just want to continue on. I only have 60-70 years left and I've decided to make them last and not mope around."
"Good philosophy," Link said. "But you'd better go and comfort Saria."
"I was, but she told me to go away and leave her in peace."
Link frowned. "Oh...Are you OK?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Mido said bravely.
Link looked thoughtful. "What are you going to do? I mean, you can't exactly go back to your old house and expect no-one to notice you becoming an adult."
"I know. I can't stay in this hotel forever either, I'll run out of money," he said.
"You could get a job," Link replied.
"A job?"
"Honestly, sometimes it's like talking to a five-year old," Link muttered to himself. "A job. Employment. Working for money," he said to Mido.
"Ah! Like the people I used to pay to clear Saria's front yard."
"Well, I suppose so. Why didn't you do it yourself?"
"I was afraid of going too near her house, and I couldn't cut the grass. I didn't have a sword of even scissors."
"Ah..." Link said, and then changed the subject. "Anyway, back to the job. What job would you like to have?"
"You mean there are different types?" Mido asked.
"You really need to get out more. Of course there are different types. You could be anything, as long as someone's willing to pay you for it," Link said.
"So I could just be a person who walks around doing nothing?" Mido questioned.
"Well, if there was someone stupid enough to pay you for that, yes."
"Cool!"
"Well, enough about jobs," Link said. "No-one would employ someone who looks like they are a ten-year old anyway."
"Why not?"
"Do you remember the other Link?"
"Yeah..."
"What was he like when he was ten?"
"A brat. He ran around annoying everyone. I caught him trying to steal my money once. But one day, he suddenly became all grown up... Hey, why are you asking me this?"
"Because what you said first is your average ten year old. They're going to think you're like that too," Link replied.
"But I'm not," Mido said.
"I know very well you're not, but they'll think you are. I don't even know why I brought up this conversation... Look, I'll talk to you later. I need to change."
"Oh, OK. I'll see you later then."

About 10 minutes later Link came down the stairs in one of his favourite tunics, a dark blue one made of a soft cotton. He wore a brown leather belt, which had a polished silver buckle around his stomach. He had tried to make his hair sit with gel, but a few strands were waving over his face.

Mido and Saria were sitting in the Dining Room, eating their lunch. There was no-one else there.

"Hey Link," Mido said.
"Hello Mido."
"Hi Link," Saria said.
"Hi," Link replied. "So, Saria, you OK?" he asked tactlessly.
"Yes Link. I'm feeling a lot better. I mean, things could be worse..."
"Yeah," Link replied absently.
Mido looked at Link. "Link?" he asked.
"Yes..."
"Why are you wearing that tunic? It looks pretty fancy for a tunic to me. And your hair..." Mido said.
"Yeah, it's my best one. I couldn't think of anything else to do with my hair."
"You didn't answer the question," Saria pointed out.
"Oh...I'm meeting someone." Link said.
"When? Who? Where?" Mido and Saria asked.
"At midnight, I don't know her name and it's in the Marketplace," Link replied.
"Ooooh," Saria said.
"Link, a girl, did you say?" Mido asked.
"Not like that! No way!" Link said.
"Well, why are you meeting her then? And why didn't you ask her name?" Saria asked.
"I'm meeting her to ask her name. I met her last night when I went to the Marketplace to think, OK?" Link said defensively.
"What did you talk to her about?"
"Not much. She knew the other Link though," Link said. "She wore a strange brown cloak that covered most of her face. Her eyes were blue though.
Saria's own eyes sparkled. She loved mysteries. "Well, it could be anyone I suppose. It could even be that ranch girl who liked you..."
"It wasn't, I'm sure of it. This girl spoke differently. She was sort of quiet, but she told me a little about her life... The ranch girl was loud and told me nothing in particular. Besides, she didn't have a drawly accent like Malon."
"Oh. I don't know then..." Saria said.
"Hey, Link, did she ask you any questions?" Mido asked.
"Uh, yes, actually. She mistook me for the other Link and when I told her I wasn't him, she asked me who I was."
"What did you tell her?" Saria asked.
"I told her...everything."
"You mean..."
"Yup. I told her my story."
"Your story?" Mido asked.
"My story. Do you have time to hear it Mido?"
"Yeah, I'm not going anywhere."

So for the third time in his life, Link told his story. This time, it took him until 6 o'clock at night. At the end, Mido stared at him.
"You told a perfect stranger that?" he asked.
"Yes. I told Saria about it when I first met her too. She was the first person I ever told. I told her because she told me the story of the other Link... But this girl, she didn't tell me anything about herself, except her parents were strict and she went to the Marketplace at night to get away and think."
"You told her anyway?"
"Yeah," Link said. "I don't regret telling her though. She was so nice."
Mido grinned. "I think Link has a crush," he said.
"What? I do not! Never..." Link said. "OK, so maybe I do. But I've only met her once in my life. It's not exactly true love."
"Yeah, well it might be," Mido said. Saria smiled and Link rolled his eyes.
"Anyway, I have to fix you up Link! I can make you absolutely perfect for her," Saria said.
"I look fine, don't I?" Link asked.
"Link, you look fine, but you need to take a shower. Also, no-one wears a tunic to a date, ever! You have to wear a nice suit and I'll fix your hair," Saria said.
"In other words, you stink, look absolutely ridiculous and your hair is weird Link," Mido said.
"Thanks a lot," Link replied.

Two hours later, Link returned from his room. He was still in his good tunic, having refused to wear any of the suits Saria had borrowed from the tailor. However, Saria had insisted that it be washed and starched. She had replaced his old, battered shoes with a pair of Mido's best boots, shiny black ones. They were about a size too small for Link and pinched his toes uncomfortably, making him squash his face up. Saria had also spiked his hair. He kept unconsciously running his hand through it. She had replaced the belt, saying that any idiot should know that brown doesn't go with blue and gave Link a black one with a gold buckle. Mido took one look and started to laugh.
"Look at you! You look so funny! I've never seen someone appear so uncomfortable in my life!" he said.
"You'll look uncomfortable if you don't stop laughing. I'll find you a nice pink fluffy dress to wear," Link muttered. Mido stopped laughing.
"Hey, no need to be so touchy," he said. Saria entered the room behind Link.
"Doesn't he look cute?" she asked. Mido started to laugh again, and Link stared daggers at him.

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