A/N: Yes so this is based on the anime movie "Demon City Shinjuku." My boyfriend is running a roleplaying game based on it so it got me all inspired. Now my character Layla is mine, Mephisto is not mine. He's a character of the movie. This story will bes set at the beginning of the movie and then fast forward to 5 months after the quake at the beginning of the movie. This story will more then likely follow the story line of the RPG from Layla's point of view. ok enjoy.

oh yeh i haven't proof read it. it's 3 am so yeh, this is wrough draft!

The Beginning of Demon City:

Layla's Introduction

The night was busy and loud, the only lights visible were the one's of the city. Layla made her way down the side walk sighing away the tiered day. She rubbed her eyes of visions of sharp lines and angles, drawings of tall buildings made of glass and steel. Tokyo was were she'd decided to come to work as an architect, so this was now where she lived, is was very different from what she'd been used to in her small town America even different from her big city priavet college.

All of a sudden the lights of the city seemed to dim, she ignored it as her eyes and body being tired. When the ground started to shake, she had no reason to ignore that. Layla's pace slowed and eventually stopped as she realized that the lights weren't dimming but there was a beam of light growing brighter then everything else around. Her eyes landed at the base of the light and could barely make out the sight of a man, and then eventually made out the figure of another man, they were on the top of a tall building.

Layla wasn't the only person one the street that had noticed what was happening, many people where gawking up at the fighting men on the top of these immensely tall buildings. The ground started to shake again this time a little more vigorously, Layla started to move quickly down the street moving closer to the building trying to make it closer to her apartment, hoping to get there before all panic broke loose. Though, it seemed to be to late, people had started running and screaming down the road.

Layla's pace sped up, she pushed her was through the crowd looking up at the electric fight going on above the city. She soon made her way passed the building, at this point the ground was shaking to the point at which buildings started to topple, and things started to crumble. Layla looked up once again to the top of the city, just as one of the men was flung off of the building. A gasp escaped her lips in horror. The sky light up again with more lightnight making it's way to the last standing man's sword raised high into the sky. He took the sword and slammed it to the ground, the light made it's way down the side of the building and onto the ground only feet away from where she stood. The ground started to crack in it's path. A scream feel out of her mouth and her feet started to move her further from the now growing gap in the ground.

The lights started to fade and the part of the city that she was running into became darker. Layla could hear screams of pain, panic, and horror coming from further in. tears started to roll down her face, she looked back and slowed her pace only slightly. The once small crack was now a large almost canyon in the street separating the city.

All of a sudden Layla's movement was completely stopped by a solid yet slightly giving object in front of her. The object then some how got a grip on her upper arms. A gasp was expelled from her dry mouth, she turner her head to see a pair of hands on her arms, preventing her from falling back wards. Her head turned up to see a tall man in front of her, Layla couldn't help but scream in startled, horror, tears continued down her face.

Through Layla's watery honey brown eyes she could make out his face and long hair. She held herself back from fainting, the fact that his long fingers and hands where holding her up help immensely.

His voice was low, steady, calm, and collected his words where the same. Even though he spoke softly his words carried easily to her ear, "Looking forward is usually a good thing."

"I'm… ah.. I am sorry." Layla tried to speak through the confusion, shock and tears.

"It's nothing to me but you look as if it's not nothing to you. You may wish to calm yourself, you have a lot ahead of you." The dark man's words washed over her, Layla easily stopped her crying, and her shaking almost came to a stop. Though what he said did not entirely make sense to her. "Can I let go?" Layla looked at him in question. "Are you able to stand, so I can let go?"

"Oh," Layla nodded. "Yes, yeh, I can stand. Sorry."

"No need to apologize for everything." His hands left her arms though the gap between them didn't widen. The two stared at each other's eyes for a moment or two, there was something very calming about this tall dark stranger, something nice almost warm about that but at the same time there was something strange and unattached about him. Layla looked around and started to turn and walked away, her legs started to carry her into the direction of her apartment, or where she hoped it still stood.

The neighborhood around her seemed much different then it was the night before, or that morning. All of a sudden there was a change in the air and a bad feeling in the air traveled passed her. She started to walk faster, it became silent around her except for the crying of a woman some where near by and the sound of her own heals clicking on the cement. Flames all of a sudden spurt from the ally way next to her, she jumped out of the way to the ground, she could smell the singed edges of her hair. "What the FUCK is going on!" Screamed over and over in her mind. Layla quickly got to her feet as she saw what was making it's way down to ally toward her.

Fire was dripping from it's fingers and mouth, as it walked it singed the ground as it made it's way closer to Layla. She made her way back, one foot behind another, completely hypnotized by the terror of what was before her. Demon was the only word for it, the almost dog like thing that made it's way toward her. It's mouth foamed with flame and as it barked at her flames were thrown from it's mouth and at her. Layla ran to the side of the animal like demon, bashing into a wall. It growled as it turned and slowly started to advance again. She didn't know if she should scream for help or if that would make it attack more quickly.

A flash of red made it's way across her vision, and then there was nothing but a tall figure in front of her. The next sound was one of three small explosions, and at the same instant she felt familiar long fingers once again lace around her wrist. The word "Run," was uttered in the same low, calm, collected and steady way that she'd just heard. A smile almost made it to her lips, one of relief, and of irony. Just that morning she'd been wanting a knight in shinning armor and some one to save her.

Her feet easily followed suit with his. She had no idea where this dark man was taking her, but she wasn't worried. Buildings blurred passed all areas of her vision as the traveled deeper and deeper into the darkness of this now separate part of the city. Some how, she wasn't sure how, but he was able to lose the flaming dog demon from their track. The soon enough ducked into a older building and made their way up the stairs to the 8th floor, then down a long all to a door which he opened for Layla and they slipped inside.

As Layla stopped moving to breath and take a look around this man's apartment she realized that they must have been running longer then she'd thought, her throat and lips were dry and her legs began to tingle as if asleep. The man's apartment was dark and gothic, the furniture was rich and seem to be from around the 1930s. The sound of the door locking behind her was the only real noise through out the room.

"Sit." In a way it was a command, but it was a courteous way that he said it. So Layla made her way to the first couch and sat reliving some of the heaviness of what was happening, a lot of that had to do with the way that this man kept his collected rational serenity that helped her retrieve some of her own and made her feel almost safe.

She could finally see him better, he was tall, taller then her 5 foot 7 and a half inch self. He was probably 6 feet or more, his hair was long, ad long or longer then hers. Is hair was considerably darker, black actually. His face and features were long and delicate, his eyes almost hollow. He wore mostly black apart from his long bright red trench coat.

"What is your name?" Layla had realized that she'd been thinking of him as tall dark and handsome, or this or that man, he didn't have a name yet.

He answered her question with another, "Why does it matter?"

"It matters in the fact that I won't go around calling you, 'umm' or 'hey you', or 'Mr.' or 'tall, dark and sexy,' it kinda gets old."

"Mephisto." He stated simply. He handed Layla a blanket "It's late." After that simple statement he started to walk from the room.

"Are we safe here?" Layla asked turning her body to face his as she held the blanket tight and close to her.

"You are for now." Mephisto continued to leave the room.

"Thank you." She said it quietly, but she said it with all the sincerity that she could give, because she did mean it. Mephisto turned and nodded then finally completely disappeared from the room. Layla turned back around and looked around the quiet dark room still holding the blanket close to her. She tried to figure out what was happening but her brain had automatically shut off due to over load. She let herself lie back onto the couch and shut off the rest of her body and let sleep take her almost instantly.

Five months have passed since that night. Layla, the next day set out on her own to find her apartment, which was completely toppled. She then went back to Mephisto's and explained what had happened, he said that she could stay until se found some other place. She's never really left since the demon quake.