So there's barely any fics out there about Lars and Alisa, and that makes me sad. I'm a believer that Alisa is probably more human than robot, and that Lars really didn't just fall in love with a tin can. This starts off after they fight Wang Jinrei in Scenario Mode. Keep in mind that it's pretty loosely based on it, and it's not going to follow the rest of that story. I hope you enjoy!

I don't own Tekken... far from it.

iAlisa

1: Mystery

Dangerous.

Lars laid his head back against the headrest as he suppressed a sigh. That word had been circulating around in his head like a mosquito. He looked again at the girl in the passenger seat. Beautiful, kind, caring, intelligent. Perfect. A robot.

Dangerous.

That was what old man Wang Jinrei had told him. Did he honestly believe that he didn't know that? He wanted to kick himself. She's an android from a lab that worked for the Mishima Zaibatsu, which was the organization the Togo person said he was rebelling against. But she was so sweet, so real, so caring, so natural...

She's a robot, dammit, why did he care? He has lost all his memories, his identity, but... apparently common sense can't be lost, because he was well aware of how stupid he sounded to himself. But... what if she really was more than just a robot?

"Alisa."

The girl turned her face from the window to look at Lars with a look of slight concern. "Yes?"

"They said you are the deceased daughter of Dr. Boskonovitch. Do you know if you were just created to look like her, or do you share much more than that?"

Lars threw in something of a smile, hoping to diffuse the awkwardness he felt asking that question. Alisa looked away from the side window. She didn't look angry, just thoughtful. Was she really thoughtful or just programmed to look that way? Lars thought, but quickly silenced his bitter accusations.

"I am..." Alisa started. "I am Dr. Boskonovitch's daughter. That is what I know. I know I am robotic. I know that many of my actions are results of programming. But I feel... I feel like I am his daughter. I understand that it could just be programmed within me to believe, I can't verify. I don't really know how exactly I was made; that data is not accessible to me. I can access eight-seven percent of the world's online databases, check copious environmental readings, fight intuitively, do countless things, but I'm... I'm sorry, Lars, I don't really know who I am, maybe I am just a robot." Alisa let out a small, frustrated sigh.

Lars was rather stunned. This was the most he'd ever heard her talk that didn't sound like simple listing of data. No robot should be able to think or talk like that... right? Let alone, feel? "Do you think you're more than that?"

Alisa frowned. "When I first activated, I had no knowledge that I could be anything more than something programmed to respond to set environmental cues. But you, however, always treated me like a real person. Asking me questions that are beyond the feasible AI of an android. Now, more and more, I actually find myself thinking and feeling independently of my own accord. I don't know if this was intended. I understand that robots should not have the ability to think existentially, but that is what I have found myself doing lately. It's so strange, isn't it?"

Lars smiled. "You are incredibly human to me, Alisa. Perhaps you are not completely robotic." He gave her hand a brief squeeze. "See? You are warm, too."

"That actually can be answered as part of my mechanical makeup. A machine of this caliber must operate at tremendous speeds. The heat is usually a problem in high-level technology, but my father found a way to dissipate the heat throughout my body and mimic the warmth of a human body."

"I feel like you must be part human, somehow."

"I don't know. I have little data on my creation."

"Do you know if you were made for any specific purpose?"

There was a long pause and Lars looked over at Alisa, who had gone back to looking out the window again. "Alisa?"

"Yes. There appears to be a reason."

"Appears?"

Alisa turned to look at Lars. The look on her face was despondent, and Lars' heart sank. Whatever it was, it was not friendly to him. He should dump her out the car right now. He should—

"I searched for a main objective, but there was none. Strange, I understand that machines are programmed with set parameters and goals. I did find, however, a high priority script that can be activated by the voice of Jin Kazama," Alisa said in a small voice. "I... I don't want to meet him, Lars. I'm afraid of what would happen if I do."

Lars felt a chill go down his spine. He sighed and smiled a crooked smile. "Do you know what it does?"

"I don't know... it is locked and secured. I am to be an aid to him somehow, I'm sure."

"I see, thank you for telling me, Alisa."

Alisa continued to watch him worriedly. "I think... if I stay with you, the probability that I may be forced to hurt you is quite high since Jin Kazama is more likely becoming the end target of the mission you had embarked on. I think... I should leave you."

"No," Lars said automatically, surprising himself.

Alisa looked up, bewildered.

"Well, Alisa, that script you were able to tell me about—it hasn't activated. Perhaps if we can remove it and... whatever other bad stuff you don't want, you will be free to be your own person. That is... if you want that."

"I do, but I fear it may be difficult. Not many people have the knowledge or the technology to be able to do that. Perhaps it is still better that I—"

Lars laughed in spite of himself, shaking his head. He just couldn't bear the thought of letting her go. What was wrong with him? ...it must be the thought of being alone with the stranger that was himself. "No. Even if you leave me, you can still be a threat to me. Jin Kazama can still find you. And what would you do if you leave me now anyway?"

Alisa didn't answer. Lars was feeling rather frustrated now, though more at his weakness than her reticence. "Alisa, if you want to leave, I won't stop you. You are free to do what you want. You know, I think I just want you to stay with me because I'm incredibly selfish. I woke up in that lab chamber without any memory of who I am. I still don't know who I am, but I am extremely thankful that I'm not alone, and with someone so supportive. I can't imagine what being completely alone with amnesia would have been like. If you leave, I will be fine, but I would miss your company very much."

"Selfish... are thoughts or actions that benefit no one but oneself and are often detrimental to others. I am selfish... because I do not want to leave. I want to stay."

Lars exhaled, and felt as if a heavy weight had been lifted off of him. "I owe you a lot, Alisa. I'll find a way to free you of anything you don't want. But... remember, you're your own person, don't let me keep you."

"That is an ironic statement for a robot. Robots are made to serve; a robot's opinion should be impossible."

"So you're saying that statement applies to you, too?"

"I feel very free with you, Lars. My desire to stay is the result of neither a direct nor a indirect command, it is... completely of my own volition." Alisa's eyes widened at the revelation, then turned and smiled at Lars. "The conclusion of all the reasons I have is... I like you very much!"

Lars chuckled, his eyes still focused on the road. "I like you too, Alisa."

Yes, she was dangerous, but she was honest in her innocence. And he loved her for it. He felt like he could say anything to her. She was a unique little girl, fresh and yet unsullied by a cruel world——Lars suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head——a cruel world... that he was rebelling against. "Alisa, I think I just remembered something of myself. It's not much, but i just remembered that I was rebelling against something...cruel."

Alisa smiled her warm, tender smile that always made Lars feel at ease. "Based on my original analysis of your clothing from we first met, you were wearing the uniform of a Tekken Force high-level officer. This confirmed Mr. Togo's explanation that you were the missing leader of a large group that broke away from the Tekken Force. It is a likely conclusion that you really were rebelling against the Mishima Zaibatsu."

He really was a rebel of the Tekken Force. When Togo told him that, it felt like he was talking about someone else. Now he felt like he could own some part of that person. Try as he might, he still couldn't remember any details, or feel like he could be their leader. He shook his head, then told her what he thought.

"It is a significant step to regaining your memories, don't be discouraged..."

"Alisa, the lab we found you in was a Mishima Zaibatsu lab. If you knew that I was quite possibly a rebel, then..."

Alisa cocked her head thoughtfully. "It stands to reason that I should be in league with the Mishima Zaibatsu, but I feel no programmed affiliation with that organization. And based on what we have seen on our travels thus far, it is a personal deduction that the suppression of the populace by the Mishima Zaibatsu is heinous and should be stopped."

"Yet another mystery we must uncover about you; huh, Alisa. You sound more like a personal project of Dr. Boskonovitch. You have opinions, values, and a beautiful personality. I'm very tempted to turn this car around and head back to that lab so we can see if can't find any more information on you."

"I believe it is of greater import that you recover the memories lost to you. I am secondary."

Lars chuckled again. "Alisa, you still speak too formally and intelligently. Learn to dumb your sentences down more. Remember, you don't need to talk to me like I'm some sort of king."

"I'm sorry..."

"Nothing to be sorry about. We're here to help each other. There is no need to apologize when you are learning."

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