A/N: Well, it's been two years since I wrote another fan fiction. So this is it. This time it's Tekken. Dedicated to all LarsXAlisa fans out there. There's also a VERY strong brew of Chobits in here as well. Pretty AU and OOC…. I guess…Anyway…

DR. GEPPETTO BOSCONOVITCH

Lars Alexandersson walked inside a widely futuristic laboratory. Stark white and bounded on all sides by computers and specialized electronic equipments, it looked some sort of operating room. Lars' gaze immediately landed in the center where a desk that's fashioned like an operating table and what it held: Alisa Bosconovitch's body.

"I called you as soon as I encountered this problem." Lee Chaolan said.

"What's the problem?"

"Her programming…It's so… elaborate," Lee stressed the word. "There's a firewall within a firewall, an encryption within an encryption. I can only decipher a fraction of her circuitry; it's so detailed and layered. But I could reactivate her again, give or take another seven months, but that's not the real problem… "

"So what's the main problem?"

"Her CPU's overstressed, and her RAM…"

"RAM? Isn't that…?"

"Random Access Memory." Lee nodded. "The main memory of a computer. In a way, robots nowadays are like computers; they can access the internet, process data and act as they're programmed to. This is the part of the computer that stores operating system software, software applications and other information for the central processing unit to have fast and direct access when needed to perform tasks. Since the CPU—"

"Alright, alright I get it. The point is?" Lars interrupted; he was more concerned on what was the problem in reawakening Alisa and Lee's stalling was making him impatient.

"When a computer shuts down…all the content in the RAM is purged." Lee finished. "It means she won't remember anything after I would startup her again. Her memories are wiped clean."

A horrible silence hung inside the laboratory. Lars looked at Alisa's frame. She looked like she was just sleeping. Even though Alisa would wake up again, show that smile that had gave him a warm company in the most turbid moment of his life….she has no idea who he is...It seemed unbearable, he would not think about it, he could not stand it...

There was a terrible hollow inside him he did not want to feel or examine, a dark hole where Alisa had been, where Alisa had vanished. Lars did not want to have to be alone with that great, silent space, he could not stand it.

Lee studied his face and said: "Hey if you like the way she looks, I can get one of my researchers to build another one that looks exactly like her."

"No. That's alright…." Lars replied. There was something that was constricting in his chest. It wouldn't be the same anymore…

Lee looked at him again and thought for a moment. "I'm sorry. I did everything I could…but it seems that…well, I'm not good enough to match Dr. Bosconovitch's knowledge on robotics."

Dr. Bosconovitch….of course. Alisa's father, Lars thought, ignited by a new spark of hope. If I could take Alisa to him, he could—He stopped in his thoughts. No. Dr. Bosconovitch worked for the Mishima Zaibatsu; approaching him now would be very dangerous. It would only endanger the doctor's life—Alisa would not like that.

"Is that all?" Lars asked Lee, doing his best to keep his voice as normal as possible even though his throat seemed too tight to speak, unable to deny the fact. To say it out aloud that Alisa could never be with him again would make it final, absolute, irretrievable.

"Yes, I suppose so." Lee replied trying to sound tactful as possible. "I'm very sorry for… your loss." Lars didn't reply; he was at least thankful that there was another person who treated Alisa as if she was a real person, not some machine that could easily be disposed.

"I'll walk you out." Lee offered, gesturing kindly; he owed this man so much and there was nothing he could do in return for him.

An old man approached the reception area.

"Can I help you?" addressed the receptionist, looking up from his computer.

"Excuse me…I'm looking for my daughter," He said.

"Oh, well, let's see about it then, is her shift already over? I can pager her now if you like." The receptionist replied, gesturing towards the screen of the computer.

"Oh no, she was brought here by a man."

"I beg your pardon?"

"I'm sure she was brought here months ago, although I'm not sure which floor she is kept." The old man continued rather ignoring the confusion of the receptionist.

"I'm sorry sir, I'm a bit confused."

"A man brought her here so that she could be alright again. She broke down, you see and I'd like to meet the man who brought her here. I'd like to know if she should really be woken up again." He continued. The receptionist was starting to think that the old man was just an insane vagrant and had simply waltzed into the building.

"I see, but this isn't an asylu-hospital sir, I suggest you go to one." The receptionist replied kindly not wanting to upset the oblivious old man but at the same time wanting to rid himself of a waste of time.

"No, she is here…I'm sure of it. A man brought her here. But I want to know which floor she is kept." The old man insisted.

The receptionist scrutinized the old man. Looking closer, he doesn't seem to be an insane homeless old man: he was wearing a white lab coat, clean but wrinkled as though he had slept in them, his thick silver-framed glasses seems a little grimy as though he doesn't have the time to even wipe them clean and his eyes behind those glasses seemed so tired, as if he only gets a few hours of sleep and is overworked…but he looks so familiar. The receptionist furrowed his brow and tried to remember where he had seen this old man's face.

It was in a magazine all about science and robots…years ago though…but he just can't place it…

"May I ask your name, sir?"

The old man replied.

The receptionist knew it. No wonder he looked so familiar.

Lee accompanied Lars to the main lobby of Violet Systems. Overhead, the bluish glass roof shimmered in the setting sun, casting its rays of geometric patterns in the air giving the lobby a sense of magnificence. Angular shadows fell like veins across the white smooth walls and down to the marble, sterile floors. The air smelled clean, sterile. A trio of scientists in their white lab coats walked briskly about their footsteps echoing around the walls and talking in fast low voices, their footsteps echoing in the resonant space.

The echo disappeared and an awkward silence enveloped the two men. Lee wanted to say something to him, offer a much more meaningful sympathy. He could hear Lars breathing slowly and consciously as if somehow trying to sieve his grief.

"So what are you going to do?" Lee asked as they were in the main lobby.

His voice woke Lars out of his sad reverie and replied, "I'm thinking of holding a funeral for her."

Lee didn't say anything. Lars looked up and he noticed that Lee was staring at him.

Yeah, he thinks it's definitely hilarious that a grown man falls in love with a robot, a machine. It's a crazy and stupid thing. Lars thought; he felt as though he was being cruel on himself but he didn't care nonetheless.

He was going to hold a funeral for Alisa and wondered whether he would ever feel cheerful again: Tougou already died, now Alisa. His last shred of happiness, even though a machine, was taken away from him. There was a gaping hole inside him, where Alisa had gone;her loss seemed to stretch so far, as though in two universes: the one with Alisa in it and the one without. The grief was something that wouldn't go away that easily.

"Take a break for awhile." Lee suggested, trying to lighten the quiet forlorn mood of the Swede. "How about this, let's go to a pub and get a few drinks, how's does that sound?"

"No, thanks, I'm not up for drinking tonight." Lars replied; he never found alcohol as a way of downing his problems. "I'd like to be on my own tonight…." He just wanted to spend time alone and tomorrow he'd get Alisa's body and plan where her final resting place should be, somewhere where he could get to visit her everyday... if possible.

They passed by the reception area and they saw an old man wearing a wrinkled white lab coat and thick silver-framed glasses.

"—I want to know which floor she is kept."

"May I ask your name, sir?"

"Bosconovitch….Dr. Geppetto Bosconovitch."

The name, despite said out in a quiet voice, seem to have rang out in the main lobby. Lars turned. Sure enough, Dr. Bosconovitch was standing in front of the reception area, his back on him.

"I'm looking for my daughter. Can you point me out where the robotics research laboratory is?"

A/N: Okay, that's it for now. I have to write the second chapter. Wish me luck. Sorry if Dr. Bosconovitch seems insane, Lars is emo and Lee is pretty out of character and thought it's about Lars and Alisa, the interactions is much more on Dr. Bosconovitch and Lars. I'll try to make this seinen-like. Please review.