Disclaimer: I don't own Zelda or any related characters.

Author's Note: If you find any language mistakes (spelling, grammar,...) then don't hesitate to inform me about them quickly in a rude and/or insulting manner, since my English is not that good and I would greatly like to improve it. However, if you wish to comment things like the content of my stories then keep your critism clinical. Thanks!

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How it came to be no one actually knew. When, where or why is apparently not remembered by anyone. Or is the knowledge just forgotten? The knowledge of this .... this thing some people even tried to deny ... without success. The knowledge of the fact, that Link, Zelda and Ganondorf once ... shared a flat. The knowledge of

"WHERE THE HELL DID YOU PUT THE SOAP??? LINK?? LINK???!!???"

"No, no it clearly was YOUR turn to buy the newspaper today!!"

"ZELDA!!!!!! YOUR STUPID CAT THREW UP ON THE CARPET AGAIN!!!!"

"How am I supposed to know where you've put your friggin shirt??"

"I'm sorry, I'll call you- WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP, I'M TRYING TO HAVE A PHONE CONVERSATION HERE!!!"

The Chronicles of Condo

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- Monday, 7.30 am -

"Floobles! Ooooh Floooooobles! Here, kittykittykittykitty!"

The sound was irritating, disturbing, odd and yet way too familiar for the two male inhabitants of flat number 37B in the Hylian castle complex for students. Clearly they could identify it as female inhabitant Zelda's breakfast call for her cat Floobles.

They had often tried to suggest a different name for the creature. A name, implying that her owner did have some sort of brain but Zelda had refused to break the old tradition of her ancestors.

"My mother's pet was called Floobles. So was the one of her mother and of my mother's mother's mother. And her mother's pet was called Floobles as well. I even think one of my aunts has a husband called Floobles. Anyway, I shall name him-"

"FLOOOOOOOBLES!!!! Oh kittykittykittykitty! Where are you??"

The voice, distant at first, came closer and closer to the kitchen where Ganondorf – male inhabitant number one – had sought shelter behind a cup of coffee and yesterday's newspaper.

"AHA!!", shrieked Zelda as she entered previously mentioned kitchen. "You left the window open again, didn't you??"

Not adding anything like a reply in the first place but then being violently jerked off his seat, Ganondorf eventually made an attempt to prove his innocence.

"Like, yeah. I left it open and that damn thing just jumped and flew away. Geez..."

"First of all I demand you to address me as your royal roommate-ness!! And secondly ... WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! POOR KITTY!!!", whined Zelda and left the room in an equally wailing way.

Rolling his eyes Ganondorf went back to his beloved newspaper, whilst seriously pondering the question whether or not he was obliged to inform Zelda, that cats were not capable of flying ... not very far, at least.

But as approximately 27,6 seconds had passed and Ganondorf had almost started to feel safe, yet another voice shattered the wonderful silence into thousand pieces.

"Yo, G! Wazzup!?!"

It was – undoubtedly – the second male inhabitant of 37B.

"Link. Morning", muttered Ganondorf, trying to ignore the mostly naked Hylian as much as possible.

"Did you, like, see my shirt anywhere, dude?"

"No, d u d e. But you might want to ask Zelda's cat more about it."

"Oh no, not again!! ZEEEEEEEEEEELDAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!", screamed the enraged boy and left the room he had not even fully entered before.

- Monday, 10 am -

"Hey, where did Ganondorf go?"

"I think he went to this Evil Overlord Workshop thingy he's been so into lately", replied Link, chewing on a piece of old bread.

"Whoa, hold on! Are you just eating m y last slice of bread???"

"Yeah, so? Shouldn't you be in college?"

"Shouldn't you be at work?"

Link shivered.

"Uh, well ... you know ... I ... so, what's on TV right now?"

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Lalala, done!!

Okay, first chapter, short chapter, as usual. I had this sudden urge to write a story like that even though – as usual – I don't know whether I will keep up this urge or not, so don't get too used to the story, since I might never write more than you actually see here.

Anyway, it was a nice idea, wasn't it? ;