Title: The Collection of Tekken Romance Stories

Fandom: Tekken

Type: ?

Rated: PG13 (T)

Word Count: 3, 172

Summary: This is a collection of heartwarming, romantic one-shots consisting of various characters and couples. Our favourite character, Leo Kliesen, will be appearing in every chapter that is guaranteed to bring a smile.

A/N: Oh my god, I suck at summaries (and titles, by the way). So, yeah, if you're reading this right now, thank you. I'll put everything I've got into this thing to make the chapters as long, humorous, romantic and heartwarming as possible.

By the way, Leo won't necessarily appear in chapters as a love interest, she could be a friend or an advisor. Just saying that although this is mainly about random and various Tekken couples, Leo will be involved or mentioned in every one.

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She was a beautiful, young girl with a cute smile on her beautiful face, lovely manners, unique pink hair and stunning green eyes. She was intelligent and cautious of her surroundings, caring for those close to her and had a strong feeling of responsibility. Alisa Bosconovitch was that person no one would easily forget.

Lars never saw her as a robot. He never implied her as a machine that was wired to perfection and programmed to kill. To him, she was a striking young lady that could melt the heart of any man and just like others, she had feelings and emotion. Before she deactivated, he remembered that feeling—it felt as though his heart was being pierced with a thousand needles.

And as he waited for his brother to repair her, he found himself counting the days. He couldn't get her out of his head as he kept thinking about her, her image flashing in his mind. After a long year of waiting, he finally got a call and his happiness was unexplainable when he learned that she had awakened.

Lars entered the room silently to see Alisa staring out the window. His heart rate increased when he saw her, and his heartbeat was easily detected, causing the girl to turn around. "Lars!" She exclaimed happily, jumping off her seat and rushing towards him.

She wrapped her arms around him, trapping him in a tight and warm embrace. "I thought I'd never see you again! I'm so happy that you're here."

He hugged her back without hesitation, closing his eyes tightly as he missed her smile, her voice and everything else about her. From that moment on, he understood his emotions- he's fallen in love.

Lars isn't so good in hiding his feelings, either—besides; he has no intention of concealing them, anyway. This led to a lot of his comrades and fellow soldiers asking him things such as, 'Why do you care for the robot?' and 'Why that machine?'

He would smile and fall silent for a while before scratching his neck and replying that he fell in love with none other than the daughter of a genius who is an exotic young woman, and nothing will change his opinion about her.

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He started to jog, catching up with the girl. "Alisa, before you go, can I ask you something?"

Alisa paused and turned around, "Of course, but please hurry. I have to attend to Jin in a few minutes."

"Yes, I know," Lars nodded before proceeding with his question, "Are you free tonight?"

"Please forgive me," She frowned apologetically and wagged her head, "Nina asked me to follow her and Jin to a foreign country. I have time next week, though."

"Ah, that's okay," He nodded, trying his best to not sound disappointed. Alisa smiled and walked into the building, leaving the brown-haired man feeling lost and unsatisfied.

A few months after her comeback, he learned that Jin failed to remove the Devil Jin from him and that he wants to put an end to the war. Slowly, his half-nephew was sorting out misunderstandings, paying for the damage that he's caused and this resulted in Jin asking for Lars's permission if he could have Alisa as a bodyguard.

He reluctantly allowed after seeing the pink-haired girl's enthusiasm and now, he regrets to do so. Jin travels overseas frequently and his two main bodyguards, Nina and Alisa, are forced to follow and protect him from anybody who still holds a grudge against him. This means that Lars's time to spend with his crush is limited.

Feeling bored, he decided to meet with one of Alisa's best friends to receive information on ways to please her when she gets back. He takes out his cellphone and searches his contacts, only to find himself wondering about whom he should call.

Xiaoyu was the closest out of the four people to be close to the emerald-eyed girl. Unfortunately, she was hyperactive and quite annoying to the captain and she probably would get too excited about his plans to surprise Alisa, resulting in her inability to answer his questions. She would perhaps divulge the secret to her, too.

Lars considered Asuka and Lili, the two other girls whom Alisa claimed are her best friends. However, he shook his head, deciding that it would be a bad idea if he spoke to either of them. Asuka wouldn't know anything whereas Lili might criticize the Bosconovitch heir.

The only person left on the list was Leo. She's the second closest to Alisa, he knew through observation when he invited her to a dinner at the Kazama domain. His crush invited all of her best friends.

He dialed her number and held his phone up to his ear. He waited patiently, and Leo eventually answered his call. "Hello, this is Leo speaking," She recited.

"Eleonore, it's me, Lars," He said, looking up at the sky.

"It's rare for me to get calls from you," Leo remarked from the other line and the azure-eyed man could sense her raise her eyebrow, "And please call me Leo. Are you contacting me to ask about Alisa?"

"Yeah, I did. Listen, she's going overseas and won't be back until next week," Lars explained, ambling over to his black SUV. "And I plan on—"

"Overseas? Next week?" Leo repeated, giggling slightly.

"Yes, I wanted to take her out on a date tonight, but I failed to do so," Lars started the engine of his car and twitched his eye when he heard the German snicker from the other line. He continued anyway, "You're her best friend, right? Could you tell me what I can do to flatter her?"

"You're her boyfriend, aren't you? What kind of guy doesn't know what their girlfriend likes?"

A blush crept up to his cheeks. "I'm not her boyfriend. She doesn't feel that way."

"Well, girls like flowers," Lars could sense her shrug and bump into a few pots and pans. Somebody in the background squealed and Leo continued, "But I don't know what color or type she likes. Although, if there's one thing I know about her, it's that she likes original."

"What does that mean?" He asked, leaving the area.

"I don't know," She said, "Sorry I couldn't be much of a help. Just be yourself and don't try too hard to satisfy her, okay? Guys mess up horribly when they try too hard."

Lars sighed silently, disappointed at the lack of information. He was about to turn off the call until Leo called his name. He put the phone to his ear again, "Yes?"

"Happy Valentine's Day. Sorry about the fact you'll be spending it…alone," She highlighted the last word, her voice hinting a bit of mischief as though she was planning to tease him, "I suggest you go back home and relax. The time will come when you get to have some alone time with Alisa."

Lars paused slightly when he heard the words, 'alone time' but quickly recovered. "Y-Yes, you're right. Are you going on a date tonight?"

"You could say that, but not with a boy."

His jaw dropped. "You mean some girl approached you and asked you out—"

"No! I am not that desperate for a date," The blonde interrupted him. The Swedish man's face relaxed and he heard Leo giggle from the other line, "I'm going out for dinner with Asuka. We celebrate the fact we have been single since the day we were born."

After a small chat, Lars hung up and he immediately remembered why he asked Alisa out in the first place—he wanted her to spend her first Valentine's Day, with him.

As he drove through the city, he realizes that although he has feelings for Alisa, he was too shy to confess his attraction and this caused them to stay in what people call 'The Friend Zone'. He often asked her of her thoughts of him and she would always reply that he was a great person and friend.

Lars always invited her on dates, although she saw it as a friendly dinner or as an idle stroll at the mall. He would buy her clothes and shoes that he saw her browse through and admire, just to keep her happy and increase her feelings about him. The fact that she isn't around him as always because of her new duty riled him a lot.

He giggled to himself when he remembered the days when Alisa would hug or thank him for the wonderful time. She would comment on his heart rate or the color of her cheeks and such things that indicate his attraction towards her. Lars is unsure if Alisa knows he has feelings for her and just doesn't want to get involved into a relationship. Either that, or she had no idea at all.

He entered the city. The roads weren't as jammed as always and the pretty lights decorated the streets as they brought the Valentine's Day theme. Lars enjoyed the view and sauntered around the city in his car before he spotted a stall selling flowers by the street. He parked his car by the shoulder of the road and approached the stall, only to find that the person there was a young girl who couldn't be any older than 12.

"Good evening, sir!" She greeted as her lips curved into a smile. She rose from her seat to attend to the cobalt-eyed man. "Would you like any flowers for Valentine's Day?"

"Yes, I'd like that," Lars smiled back, amazed to see the many types of flowers of various colors. He pondered, wondering which one Alisa would prefer. "What do you suggest? I'm out of ideas."

"Surely you're buying a bouquet of flowers for your girlfriend, right?" She asked and Lars nodded hesitatingly with a shy smile. "Well, I would propose red and white carnations. Roses are very common on Valentine's Day—maybe she would like something different for a change."

He nodded and watched as the young girl rearranged the white and red carnations that produced an attractive and lovely bouquet of flowers. "You could be a florist one day," He praised, accepting the bouquet with a smile, "Happy Valentine's Day."

"Thank you, sir," She kindly took the money from Lars's hand and bowed slightly. "Drive safely and Happy Valentine's Day to you, too!"

He walked away with the bouquet in his hands and he entered his car. The girl reminded him so much of Alisa—she was pretty, well-mannered and smart. He reached his home in a small neighborhood not far from the Kazama house or the city where he worked. As he pulled up into his driveway, he paused.

"Why did I buy flowers?!" He ejaculated, staring at the beautiful flowers on the passenger seat. "Alisa won't be back until next week! Oh no, these pretty flowers would wilt before she gets here…but, they look so precious and it'll be a pity if she doesn't receive them…I should put them in water."

Lars took the bouquet and got out of his car, mumbling to himself of his stupidity. He was going to unlock his door until he noticed that it wasn't even locked, and this aroused suspicion. 'That's strange,' He thought as he narrowed his eyes at the door knob before looking down on the marble floor. The lights weren't turned on. 'I remember checking the door to make sure it was secure.'

He opened his door cautiously before groping around, looking for the switch. He turned on the lights to find that somebody changed the bulb to make it shine yellow instead of white.

And the first thing—or person, to be more precise, that he saw was Alisa.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Lars!" She exclaimed happily.

Lars froze, stunned. Alisa, whom he thought was already in some unknown country, was standing right in front of him, wearing a whitish-pink dress that he remembered buying for her although she never wore it before.

Behind the beauty was the dining table. Candles were lit up nearby, releasing an aroma that would arouse anybody into a good mood and making the scene much more romantic.

On the said table, a variety of foods were set out on it. The delicious smell reached his nose and he felt hungry already. However, before he sits down to enjoy the nosh—he must sort out what has happened.

"A-Alisa, I thought y-you were..." Lars stuttered with a confused look on his face. His trembling hand was pointing towards the dining table, "And there's food! I don't remember buying any of that…" He fell silent for a few minutes. "Wait, aren't you supposed to be with Jin?"

"No, I just wanted to surprise you!" Alisa confessed. Her slight giggle revealed her excitement and she continued, "I was at Asuka's home earlier along with Xiaoyu and Leo, cooking the food that is already set out on the table."

Lars opened his mouth, but no words came out. A thousand thoughts came to his mind. 'So, when I was talking with Leo, she was actually with Alisa?! Was that why the spelunker was giggling frequently? So the person squealing in the background was Xioayu? And was that why I heard Leo bump into pots and pans—it was because she was cooking with Alisa?'

"All of this was meant for you, Lars," Alisa said, pointing at the scrumptious eats behind her.

"T-Thank you," He managed to sputter, taking off his shoes and hesitatingly approaching the girl. Alisa did not budge from her spot and smiled when he came closer, "B-But, why did you do all this?"

"I know how much it means to you," She said, reaching out for his hand. As Lars tried hard to prevent his blush from showing, Alisa looked up at him, "Besides, I wanted to spend my first Valentine's night with you!"

The azure-eyed man's expression changed to something unreadable. He felt happy and touched, allowing the smile to appear on his face as his cheeks tinted red. However, he snapped out of his feeling when he heard her gasp.

"Are those flowers for me?" She asked, her hands on her heart. Lars held the bouquet of flowers up and was about to say something, but she interrupted him. "These are beautiful! I don't know how to thank you—they're just lovely."

"Err…I didn't know what flowers you would prefer so I decided to buy these carnations instead…"

She smiled and held the bouquet to her nose before she inhaled. "I like blue flowers, like the ones on my dress, but these are just perfect…it's nice to know that you at least bought me a bouquet."

He was slightly disappointed to know that he bought the wrong color, but the feeling disappeared when he witnessed her putting the flowers into a vase carefully and slowly. Alisa placed them on a table and admired them with a tender look in her eyes.

"You should eat, Lars," She said, leading the man to the table, "I cooked most of it through the guidance of my friends," Both of them sat opposite each other, "At first I wanted to make chocolates but I guessed that a meal would be better, instead."

He eyed the food on the table and heard Alisa giggle. Putting the nosh on his plate, he tucked into his meal, chatting with her about her job and experience with friends. As he was halfway through his dinnertime, he realizes that he has yet another chance of admitting his attraction—and this time, he has no intention of wasting it.

"You look very beautiful," He complimented, swallowing the food in his mouth. "But that's normal for you—you look gorgeous everyday." He coughed and blushed slightly.

"Thank you," She smiled, tucking the darker part of her pink hair behind her ear, "Do you remember this dress? It's the one you bought for me the other day. It's lovely and I thought that it would be perfect for tonight."

"Of course I do," Lars nodded, taking another bite. The aroma from the candles was motivating him to confess to Alisa, so he searched for another reason to flatter her, "The food tastes great, Alisa."

She was silent for a while. "My analysis confirms that what you say is genuine," She remarked, her pink lips curving into a bright smile.

Lars laughed, "It would be difficult to keep secrets from you," He said, "Besides, it's not like I have anything to hide."

They were both silent and Lars was at a loss for words. He could sense her watching him eat in the air-conditioned, comfortable room. Then, Alisa spoke up, "But Lars, I'm sure there is a secret that you are not telling me."

He paused.

Seeing that he showed no reaction, she chuckled. "Your heart rate is increasing again. My friends say that this is one of the signs that you are attracted to me. Is that true, Lars?"

With a blush on his face, he struggled to keep his cobalt eyes in contact with Alisa's emerald ones. "I-It's hard to explain, Alisa," He stammered, finding it hard to keep his hand stable. 'Damn, what happened to my goal to confess?'

"You think too much," She commented, rising from her seat. His heart was throbbing as she approached him and bended down—and Lars could've swore that his heart skipped a beat when Alisa's soft lips came in contact with his cheek.

"Thank you, Lars."

"F-For what?"

"For loving me."

Lars gathered the courage to face her and when he did, she was smiling whole-heartedly. He allowed his own smile to play on his face as he cupped the beauty's cheeks, happy that his opinion of her was true all along.

She was no machine. She was no robot that was programmed to kill. As his and her lips met and formed into a tender kiss, he reminds himself that he fell in love with a young lady like everybody else.

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A/N: Okay, thank you for reading! Reviews are needed for motivation so tell me what you think of this chapter! :D