Disclaimer : Since I can't be bothered to have one of these for every chapter, here is my big disclaimer for this entire story : No, Gakuen Alice does not belong to me and will never belong to me.

A/N : Soooo...I know I said that I'll be leaving fanfiction for good, buut since I'm on summer break right now, I found myself writing a lot lol. So I guess it's safe to say that I'll be posting a bit on this website during the summer, haha. I'm a bit mercurial like that so no promises lolol.

Anyways, since writing another multi-chaptered story or completing my unfinished multi-chaptered story is too much of a commitment for me(lol I suck, I know) I've decided I'm just going to be doing another drabble series with completely random prompts. :D

Here's the first one!

Title : Hated By The Universe
Prompt : take-out food, guns and an old woman
Rating : T
Genre : Humor/Romance

I

Four.

I brought four different pasta dishes, waited in traffic for about forty four minutes and even ordered spaghetti Bolognese (my least favorite type of pasta) from Le Mercado just to have Natsume cancel on me just a couple of minutes ago. I can literally hear my mother's slightly high-pitched voice in the back of my head, admonishing me for not listening to the advice she has been sprouting for the past twenty years.

Be very wary of four, Mikan. Be wary.

I let out a heavy sigh, those words still echoing through my mind as if my head were an empty room. I shrug out of my jacket and place it onto the chair. I then plop unceremoniously onto the chair and lay my head against the dining table. My day so far had been pretty awful. I had arrived around twenty minutes late to my midterm, had forgotten to submit my essay online and to top it all off, bird shit had fallen onto my shirt while I was walking to class. So yes, my day has been pretty shit and the only thing I was looking forward to was eating Italian food and watching some Netflix with Natsume. My lips curve down into a scowl and I scoff. Of course Natsume would cancel tonight out of all nights. Things never go the way I plan them. The Universe hates me, after all.

But at least I still have my pasta and Netflix.

Be wary, Mikan.

Feeling my stomach about to rumble and trying to get my mother's nagging voice out of my head, I lift my head up and reach out towards the containers and remove them from the plastic bag. I carefully place them onto the table and eagerly open the container labeled pesto. Since Le Mercado is owned by Natsume's parents, I often get my pesto pasta made with extra olives and pesto, without worrying about the extra charge (I get a 75% discount on most of my meals here anyways). Their pesto pasta has definitely got to be one of the best pesto pastas I have ever tried, and that is saying something since I've had a lot of pasta in the twenty-two years I've been on this planet. However, instead of being greeted by the sight of some delicious pesto pasta, I am graced by the presence of a gun instead.

Yes. There was a gun in my pasta. A frickin gun.

For a couple of seconds, I'm completely astounded and I just stare at the thing with wide eyes. Questions flood into my mind. Where the fuck is my pasta?! Why has it been replaced by a gun? Has someone at Le Mercado committed a murder with this weapon and is now trying to frame me for it?! However, realization clicks in and I let out a frustrated sigh.

"Damn it!" I hiss as I continue to eye the wretched thing sitting in the container where my pasta should have been. I know what this was. This was probably Mochu's fault. In fact, I am absolutely positive this is all Mochu's doing. Natsume swore that Mochu wasn't part of that gang anymore! But apparently that is a big fat lie since his brother is still using Le Mercado's takeout system to deliver guns to customer. My order probably got mixed up with one of Mochu's customers.

I let out another sigh. Fantastic. This was just bloody fantastic. Not only do I not get my pesto pasta, but I'm stuck with one of Mochu's guns too?! What in the world did I do to deserve this!? I know the Universe hates me and I probably shouldn't have even gotten four different pasta dishes, but this? This is absolutely ridiculous. I shake my head at my own misfortune. Going to the police is not an option, Le Mercado and Natsume's family will be in jeopardy. I guess I'll just have to go back to Le Mercado and give this back to Mochu (he better be there) and get my pasta. I'll be damned if I keep this thing with me in my apartment the entire night. Knowing my luck, the police will show up here and accuse me of having a gun illegally. Eyeing that wretched thing for the last time, I close the lid of the container and put it back in the plastic bag and grab my jacket from the chair. That's when I hear the bell ring.

Shit.

Was the police here already?!

II

Sixteen.

I've been standing in Mrs. Hachi's living room for the past sixteen minutes, trying to explain to her that no, I do not know how to fix her computer. It was Mrs. Hachi who had rang the doorbell and not the police. But now that I think about it, I think I might have preferred if it were the police. At least they wouldn't keep badgering to fix their laptop, especially when I don't know how to.

Be wary of four, Mikan.

My lips tug down into a small frown and I clutch the plastic bag tighter in my hand. Sixteen isn't four. I have nothing to be wary of.

"But don't you use computers at your University?" Mrs. Hachi asks again, as she takes a sip of her tea.

I nod. "Yes, I use a laptop to do all of my homework and assignment, but that doesn't mean I know how to fix one," I tell her, trying my best to be as cordial as possible. Mrs. Hachi was a sweet old, talkative woman. Normally, I wouldn't mind having a chat with her. But not today. I'm in a bit of a hurry.

"Oh that's a shame," she replies, her voice a bit grave.

"How about I drive you to the Apple service center tomorrow? They'll be able to fix it. I'm in a bit of a hurry now, so I have to go."

Mrs. Hachi smiles gratefully. "Thank you dear that would be very helpful."

I smile back at her. Maybe this good deal will make the Universe hate me a bit less..

III

Seventy-six.

I had parked my car in slot number seventy-six which apparently has turned into the visitor's one hour only parking slot. Now, my car isn't here anymore.

Since when has slot number seventy six turned into visitor's parking?! I usually park in the slot next to seventy six but someone had already parked there. I'm positive that slot seventy-six wasn't labelled as a visitor's parking when I parked here.

Be wary.

I let out an exasperated sigh. Today was not going well, it wasn't going well at all. I reach out to grab my phone from my back pocket. But something is wrong…something is terribly wrong.

"Oh fuck no," I hiss, frantically patting down my jeans, desperately trying to find my phone. This can't be happening to me! It just can't.

But it is.

I probably forgot my phone in my car, I reason. The very same car that has probably been towed away. I take a deep breathe. I can either try to find my car right now while carrying a gun in a plastic bag, or I can go back to the restaurant and give it back to Mochu. I won't really get into much trouble about my car…but the gun on the other hand…yeah, I'll probably get seriously screwed if I'm caught with a gun in my possession.

I need to get to the restaurant now. My car can wait a while longer.

IV

Four hundred and forty-four.

There are approximately four hundred and forty four people on Avalon Boulevard, for some sort of parade or something. Ugh, why are the streets always so crowded? It's bad enough with all these cars, and now there are hundreds of people on the roads, too? Why in the world did these people choose today of all days to have some sort of parade?! I swear, this is all because I bought four dishes of pasta from Le Mercado tonight. I think my mother does have a point. I should definitely be wary.

I let out a big sigh (I've been doing a lot of that lately). I decided to walk to Le Mercado, mostly because I didn't have my bus pass with me (it was in my car) and refused to pay $2.50 for riding the bus. The restaurant wasn't too far and plus I figured, walking would be good exercise for me, especially considering that I was going to consume all those carbs.

Not wanting to walk through the crowd (it could be very dangerous to walk through a crowd. What if someone bumps into the plastic bag the wrong way and the gun goes off? That would be a complete disaster and I'd definitely get screwed for that) I decide to go through the small alleyway on the corner of the street.

It'd be a fairly short detour. I'll be back on the main road in no time.

V

Eight.

There are a total of eight men in the alley, all dressed in black suits. Three of them are sitting inside an old Toyota Camry, which is parked near the wall of a building whereas the other five seem to be having an intense conversation in the middle of the path. Eight men all dressed up in suits have a conversation in a narrow alley..that isn't shady at all.. I should probably take this as a sign to get the hell out of here and turn back around, but I'm stubborn and I need to get to the restaurant as quickly as quick as possible.

I am basically asking for trouble.

"Where's the paper?" a man with a lip piercing asks another dude as he backs him up against the wall. "You said you'd have it by tonight!"

The dude shakes his head. "I said maybe I'd have it by tonight."

Someone chuckles.

The man with the lip piercing frowns. He swiftly unbuttons the middle button of his suit and lifts it a bit, to reveal a shiny, silver pistol tucked into his trousers.

I let out a tiny gasp. Shit. They have guns! I have one too, but these guys are probably not scared of using them. I gulp nervously. I have to get away from this, now. I quicken my pace and desperately hope that these men would be too busy dealing with each other to notice. In my haste, my foot comes into contact with something on the ground and I let out an annoyed huff. Unfortunately, that tiny sound doesn't go unnoticed.

"Shit," one of them exclaim. "There's someone here!"

As if on cue, they all (even the ones in the car) turn around to look, no, more like glare at me. I can feel myself wincing under their scrutiny. Shit. This isn't good. This isn't good at all.

"Oh, that's Lisa. She has the papers with her," the dude who was backed up against the wall claims, giving me a nod.

I blink. Oh hell no, this dude is trying to drag me into this mess too! I refuse to be involved, absolutely refuse. I have enough problems of her own. I don't need to be caught in some sort of gang fiasco!

"She does now, does she?" Another man inquires, glancing at me a bit curiously. "Tell her to give us the papers."

I scowl. "I'm not Lisa," I inform them, "I don't even know him!" I point at the liar.

"Come on, Lisa," the liar has the nerve to say, "Don't be like this. I know I forgot our-"

"I don't even know you, dude!" I exclaim, very annoyed now. "Leave me alone!"

"Why are you here, then?" The man with the lip piercing asks, his eyes narrowing. "What business do you have in our alley?"

I raise an eyebrow. Our alley? Please, I highly doubt they own this alley. An alley can't be owned by people. If that were the case, people would be owning alleys left and right! "I was just on my way to return some take-out food," I explain, holding up the plastic bag for them to see. "There was a bug in my pasta, so I'm just trying to return that."

A few of them seem convinced by my story, but the man with the lip piercing doesn't. "One of us should check and make sure she's actually got food in there and not the papers," he insists.

I unconsciously swallow. Fuck. I can't let them look at the container! This is a nightmare. This is a complete nightmare. Why does the Universe hate me so much? What have I even done to deserve all of this?

"The restaurant is going to close soon so I'm in kind of a hurry," I hastily say, as I start to walk away.

One of the men from the car opens the door and steps out, blocking my path. "Not until we see what's in your bag."

I can feel my heart rate speeding up. I can't let them see my bag, that would not end well for me maybe-

"Shit, guys! I think I hear sirens!" someone exclaims. The rest of them start swearing.

"Shit, shit," the guy with the lip piercing cusses. "We have to get out of here, now! I think someone tipped them off!"

"What about the girl?" The liar asks.

"Who cares? She's just trying to give back some food. Let's get out of here, quick!"

I heave a sigh of relief as I watch a few of them climb into the car and the others sprint away. I have just escaped a huge problem. Now, I just have to get to the restaurant. It's only a few minutes away.

VI

Twenty-four.

The baby was twenty-four months old. Honestly, I have no clue why she just can't say her baby is two-years old. Why did she have to complicate things and say the baby was twenty-four months old? Maybe she deliberately said twenty-four because she knows that it would mess with my brain. She knows. She definitely knows. Or maybe this is another sign the Universe is sending me.

Be wary.

"She's just the cutest thing ever," Anna gushes. I had bumped into Anna in front of a Starbucks just a block away from Le Mercado. It has been almost three years since I met her, and now Beth is married and has a two-year old girl. "She's really smart for a twenty-four month old, you know? She knows the different colors and even spits out food she doesn't like."

"She does seem rather intelligent," I absentmindedly agree, my eyes are on Le Mercado. I'm so close, yet so far away. The plastic bag suddenly feels heavier for some reason.

"You should come by some day!" Anna exclaims, clapping her hands in excitement. "You'd just love Leah, she's adorable! Also, I think my husband and your boyfriend would get along well! You must come over!"

I unglue my eyes from the restaurant and smile at her. "Yes, that would be lovely, Anna. Let me know a date, and I'll be there!"

"Yes!" Anna chirps, overly excited. "I will definitely let you know!" she glances at her wrist watch and let out a gasp. "I have to go now, Mikan! Need to pick up some groceries. It was fantastic running into you!" And with another quick hug and promises that the two would definitely meet for lunch someday, Anna heads on her way to buy groceries.

I let out a sigh. I better get to Le Mercado without being interrupted now.

VII

Four.

Four words.

I stare down at the piece of paper in front of me in complete awe. Mochu had spotted me once I entered the restaurant and before I could give his wretched gun back, he ushered me to the seating place at the back. There were fairy lights on the trees, bushes and even a few of the tables. There were even lights draped around the water fountain at the back. Behind the water fountain, was Natsume.

"So this was a fake gun all along?" I ask Natsume, who has a smirk etched onto his face.

He nods. "Remember our first date at that shooting ranch? We saw a gun like this on the display."

I shake my head, trying very hard not to laugh. The gun on the display shot out parchments of paper, exactly like this gun did. "Do you have any idea how anxious this gun made me for the past few hours?! I honestly thought it was real and that Mochu was back in that gang or some shit!"

"No, he's not. Those days are over for good," Natsume assures me, reaching out to hold my hand. He rubs my palm gently with his thumb. "So what do you say?" he asks, referring to the paper.

I give him a big smile. "Yes," I tell him.

He smiles back.

Perhaps the Universe doesn't hate me much, after all.

LOL so this was completely random, I know! Wrote this in an hour, hahahah. Anyways, let me know what you think! If you've got a completely random prompt in mind, feel free to let me know! I'll probably write a drabble for it :)

Carolle Royale

June 28th, 2016