A/N: This is my second LarsXAlisa fic. It's definitely the two of them interacting now.

Edited! Edited! Edited! (11-27-'10) :)

Grand Hotel Saltsjöbaden, Stockholm County.

It was the middle of July. The midnight sun had not set; the sun hardly sets at this time of year. Visitors or newcomers are greatly affected by this natural phenomenon of the summer solstice in Scandinavia, for example not being able to sleep, due to not experiencing night for long durations of time.

But Lars slept soundly in his bed.

Many months had already passed and he was no rebel leader anymore; he now owns Yggrdrasil, a private military company. One of the places where he could find to situate his private army was in Scandinavia, specifically in Sweden, his homeland. Sweden had adopted a policy on neutrality, which means that the country does not align itself with any political or military alliance during peacetimes or even in times of war.

Now the wars were over and the U.N. was just starting to rise up from its ashes, it was his military that had aided several nations back onto their feet. Even he is the head of the company, just like he was back in the Tekken Force; he still fought on the front lines and performed tasks as if he was an ordinary soldier. Though Yggrdasil had just been founded and have a database of their own, they did not have an established edifice and Lars' personal participation in missions added to the delay, the result was Lars and several of his officers had to stay in hotels.

Due to the recovering state of most nations across the globe, he received calls from numerous clients left and right, hardly any time for rest…or to even take in a few days to experience Alisa's reactivation. But it was alright. It's the two of them again.

"Lars... Lars…"

He opened his eyes. The hotel room was dark. He looked at his cellular phone's clock: 04:45:09.

It was already dawn and he had just gone to bed at around 00:09:08. Only 4 hours of sleep. That voice definitely hadn't come from his cellular phone. Maybe it was just a dream out of exhaustion; clients making calls from his phone needing his service in his waking moments were now invading his slumber. Lars curled up, shut his eyes again. Then he heard the soft voice once more.

"Lars…"

It was coming from the window. He opened his eyes and looked over. He saw the outline of a head on the other side of the glass; he recognized that red and pink shade with a flower headpiece anywhere. He pulled off the covers and reached for his robe.

"Please don't bother getting out of bed. Can I come in?"

"Yes…" Lars whispered groggily.

"Please close your eyes."

Alisa didn't have to say it; Lars' eyes were immediately taken over by sleep. The window opened and a cool summer draft blew into the room, along with the bright summer solstice light as the dark curtains hanging over the window were temporarily swept aside as Alisa entered Lars' room.

The window was carefully closed. He heard a soft rustling of clothes, then the creaking of the mattress springs of his bed. Lars was now half-asleep as the blanket was pulled off and a warm bare body crept in beside him, pulled the covers back over them both and curled into a ball behind his back. Alisa lay completely still behind him, pushing her forehead between his shoulder blades, her breath ran warmly down the small of his back and her buckled knees at the back of his thighs.

Lars opened his eyes, all drowsiness suddenly vanished, and though his mind felt tired when he realized what Alisa was wearing. His mouth went slightly dry. He was a grown man, nothing to be nervous about these kinds of things; he had known about these things ever since he was younger. But this was different; this was not just any woman. This was Alisa.

Alisa touched her forehead on Lars' back, between his shoulder blades, breathing in his skin's warm scent. This human warmth she had only experienced through her father the moment she was 'born', not with anyone else. She knew what it was like to be touched by other people, the lab assistants who worked for her father; they touched her here and there, checking her systems on every nook and cranny of her body; it was only for their jobs they need to touch her. But Lars is special; there was just something in his warmth that was so different…something that can't be put into words.

She raised her head away from his back and then observed it. She held her hand so close to his skin then gently traced the scapula and the thoracic region of his spine with her forefinger. In her mind, she went through several sites on any information of the human anatomy.

This is the Spinous process of the T12 vertebra. Thoracic curvature… T1…T2…T3…T4…T5… T6… T7… T8…T9… T10…T11…T12… Lumbar region…L1…L2…L3…L4…L5…Superficial muscles… Trapezius…Latissiums dorsi…Splenius cervicis…Infraspinatus fascia…Teres major…Teres minor…The human anatomy is truly marvelous; beneath these muscles lies more muscles and organs…Does the soul have a special place in science?

Alisa knew she doesn't have these, only titanium substitutes, a wondrous creation from her father's robotic brilliance. What does it matter if you're born from a robotic capsule not born from a human womb? As her father always told her whenever she asked if she was human enough for him…she asked that from time to time.

She had never asked Lars the same question. She wondered if he'd also say the same like her father did. Alisa then exited out of the human anatomy atlas software then browsed her language translator software…and started tracing letters on Lars' broad back on how this word was said in all the languages.

Liebe

愛

사랑

Kärlek

Amour

Любовь

Miłość

Liefhebben

Rakkaus

….The list went on but she stopped after tracing the Finnish translation for that word.

There are 42806 languages in the world…are all of that adequate to tell him how much she feels?

Lars felt Alisa's fingertips gliding on his back, going dangerously lower but he did not flinch away. Then it stopped. Alisa was now tracing words on his back. He wasn't familiar with most of them, but he recognized two. It was written in Swedish and Japanese but they all said the same thing: 'Love'.

It went on for awhile; he allowed it all the same before capturing the right atmosphere to talk. Lars still kept his back on her, not wanting to face her; he might see something he didn't want to see.

"You're back pretty late." Lars said finally breaking the ice but talking to the bedside lamp. He already understood why Alisa would come back late; she also had tedious missions assisting VIPs across the county and sure enough, Lars caught a whiff of gasoline and cinders.

"I'm sorry. There were some…problems…" Alisa answered. "I felt a little lonely, so I came here instead of my room. Is that alright?"

"Yes, that's fine."

Silence.

"You're not wearing anything." said Lars.

"I'm sorry. Is that nauseating?"

Lars was at a loss of what to say. It was not disgusting, but he did not want Alisa naked beside him, with only the blanket that separated their bodies.

"No." he said. "Aren't you freezing?"

It was a lie; it was summer. His childhood had been spent here in Stockholm and he knew exactly that it was never freezing during summer, as a matter of fact, quite the opposite. It was hot. And that was the same reason why he wasn't wearing anything himself. True enough, Alisa then gave him a geographical and climate report.

"No, no. Sweden has mild weather….—" Lars listened to Alisa's information lecture. It was like listening to the weather forecast.

"….Sweden is in fact a dry country during the summer." Alisa finished.

Silence again.

"Have you talked to your father lately?" Lars asked. Alisa placed her chin on top of his shoulder, looking at his face. Lars tilted his head towards her, her soft features lightly gleaming in the darkness, trying his best to block away the consciousness that her breasts were already pressed against his body, just a blanket barely there that functioned as a barrier. She shook her head.

"I am not a property of the Mishima Zaibatsu anymore; I cannot route any messages to the Zaibatsu's central mainframes. My father's computer may be personal but before receiving my posts, it has to undergo the Zaibatsu's line of communication. I can hack into their server but it would be a risk that the Zaibatsu's mainframe would insert several bugs into me to deter my infiltration. I can also bypass majority of their proxies but I know Papa wouldn't like that; he once told me that the Zaibatsu's central computers are always prepared to be infiltrated so it is not a failsafe. So I have no means of communicating with my father any longer."

"I see." He forgot. When Dr. Bosconovitch reactivated Alisa, he told him that she is no longer tied to the Mishima Zaibatsu and she is now under Lars' care. It was a promise he made to her father that he'd take care of her. 'A property'; it sounded degrading to Alisa's dignity and significance as an individual.

"You mean to say you don't work for the Zaibatsu anymore. They don't own you. You're you. You belong to no one." He told her.

A few seconds of stillness then Alisa said: "That's what Papa always told me if I'd say something like that."

"And he's right."

Alisa looked at him for a moment then she smiled and buried her face on his shoulder, feeling her lips gliding over his skin.

"Alisa, can you look at our schedule for tomorrow?" Lars asked. Another innocent façade to start a conversation; he already knew that their schedules were cleared for tomorrow to allow themselves for repose and respite.

"Hai. I'm logging on the Yggrdrasil database. Scanning…No. We do not have any assignment tomorrow. Our schedules are clear."

"That's good to hear. Will you go out with me tomorrow?"

"Go out?"

"Yes; I'd like to show you around Stockholm and to the place where I once lived when I was younger…and I'd like you to meet a person with whom I hadn't seen in a very long time."

"Oh yes, I'd love to." Alisa replied happily. Lars smiled as a quiet happiness started swelling inside his abdomen; he was glad that he made her happy. It was a good chance to take Alisa around, just a day when they'd just be leisurely walking around Stockholm. There would be no calls tomorrow, no clients, no fighting, and no rushing … just a day with his favorite person in the world.

Alisa's hand crept over his stomach and found its way to his chest, exactly over his heart. He put both his hands over it, warming her hand. Alisa's other hand worked its way under his neck then over his chest and in between his hands. Alisa laid her head at the nape of his neck.

"Lars…can we lie down like this?" she whispered, her lips tickling the back of his neck.

"Yeah." Lars replied.

They laid in that position until Lars felt drowsy again. As he drifted off to sleep, Alisa tightened the embrace, scooting closer to him.

A/N: The Japanese character for 'love' didn't properly show, damn it. Anyway, Lars is using military time by the way so there's a 0:00 time. I don't know if this should just be two-shots or three-shots…dunno probably more; I'm planning for this fic to be part memoirs or something. Please review.

It's my first time to experience one of my stories not to register even if you uploaded it (when this was on, my profile stated that I have published 4 stories, which is supposedly 5, but when I removed the story, my profile said 5…) what the hell…? And also the id thingy, sometimes it says that the id can't be located.

11-25-'10 :WHEW! Finally I have the time to edit and update this story!