-Chapter 1-

A nurse sat at reception desk a man slams his hand on the desk, the sort of man that you didn't want to get on the wrong side of, yet this was a hospital and they got all kinds here. "I'm sick of waiting," he growled at the heavyset woman in front of him.

"Please sir," she said simply as she typed in the computer, "I've told you that she can't have visitors at the moment. I will call you the moment that she is able to take visitors" she turned to look at him. Making it very clear she didn't approve of him or his manners.

"Isn't there anyone I can talk too?" a man took a deep breath, forcing a smile on his face as he asked the receptionist. His fingers tapping on the desk in being the only real hint of his annoyance.

"I've told you, sir, unless your family there is nothing I can do." she looked away once again going back to typing on her computer.

"This is bullshit!" he snapped, slamming both his hands on the desk.

"PLEASE HELP!" An older gentleman, his face scarred carries a young girl in his arms. "She's turning blue!" his pleas as he runs towards the nurse at the reception desk. The woman took one look at the girl in this man's arm. She pulled a phone she hit the intercom.

"Paging we have a Code R09.2 I repeat Code R09.2," she said rushing over towards the man, as she pulled out a cellphone in her hand. "Put her on this bed," she said pulling open a screen in a small room motioning towards the table inside. The man puts the young girl on the table.

His hands touching her face, "come on baby girl. Breath..." he turns towards the nurse "Get the Ambu Bag" he snapped at her the nurse repeats it to a nurse who had rushed in. The nurse rushed in passed the man as she opened the bag and put the mask over the young girl's mouth trying to force air into her system.

"Get him out of here!" the doctor said towards the nurse from the receptions desk. A different nurse follows in after the doctor quick on her heels as the Reception's nurse turned towards the man, touching his arm trying to lead him towards the door.

"That's my daughter!" the elderly man snaps at her pulling away from her trying to get back to his daughter.

"I know sir, come with me, fill out her information," she said trying to usher the man out of the room away from the doctor and the other two nurses already in the room. "That's the best you can do for her right now." It's clear the elderly man doesn't believe her but she finally gets him out the door.

Back in the medical room, "She has no pulse doctor." she said as the other nurse kept trying to push air through her airway.

"Get the defibrillator," he says trying to get her heart going again. "Clear," He said shocking the girl, the two nurses keep pumping her chest, there is nothing. "Again, Clear" everyone stops as he shocks her only to pick up again right afterward "Get me EPI pen" the nurse stops and hands getting it ready, handing it to him. "Come on," he said as he checked her again "Get me adrenaline." Nothing happens. "Doctor," says the other nurse.

"Call it… 21:44" he says turning away.

The girl's father stood in front of a purple door, the words 'Purple Down' written upon it. His eyes trailed around the small room. There was only one set of stairs that lead upwards, but he had no memory of walking down those stairs or how he ended up in front of the only door down here. Yet he had heard of 'Purple Down' whispered in the night. How they were able to solve anything for a price. Even when the courts failed the person at fault was never the same in the end, a personal hell that only they understood. His hand rested on the cool metal of the door as he leans his forehead on the door. Images of his daughter flashes in his head. Her not feeling good that morning, him agreeing that she should go to the hospital he was pretty sure that her sore throat wouldn't heal naturally this time. Then her untimely death. Making a fist he took a deep breath before opening the door.

"Ah, Shosuke our guest has decided to seek our help." A man with wavy black hair and bright blue eyes look up at the man who entered the office. Shelves with books and trinkets that had to be ancient filled the room in a nice mix of modern and classy. "You'll have to give him a moment," he said with a smile before motioning for the guy to sit down. Before turning to the small kitchen to the side and brought out some tea before setting it on the table, "Tea?" he nodded his head and he began to pour the man a cup handing him the cup he sat down smiling warmly at him.

Shosuke entered the room from the archway, his eyes trailed back towards the room hidden from view. A room that was filled with many objects, each one of them had a value but it was the glowing orbs that had the most value. Shosuke's brown hair comb back, his own bright blue eyes seeming to shine even more than his partners, the truth was they were just unnaturally blue, compare to Takuji. "Ah. Shigeki Takuji" he said with a slight bow of his head. "How can I help you?"

Takuji stared at him then slowly turned towards the other man who had served the tea, "Shouldn't you be telling me your names first?" trying not to show how bothered he was by the fact that the man knew his name. Shosuke didn't move from the archway that broke the room, guests were not allowed back there after all.

Shosuke made no move simply answering the man "If you must know. I'm Nataga Shosuke and this is my helper" before nodding towards his partner.

He sighed "Shosuke, the correct word is, partner" it was clear that this was something that they went through frequently.

Shosuke's voice was tired "How many times do we have to go through this?"

"Until you do it right." He flashed a grin while Shosuke raised an eyebrow at him before his attention was once again on Takuji, "Anyways never mind him. I'm Takeshita Taji, you can call me Taji." Taji leaned forward from where he sat and poured himself a cup.

Shosuke walked towards the other seat the only chair that sat between the two couches "Now..." he sat crossing his legs as he looked at him "Tell me how I can help you Takuji-san"

Takuji looked down at the tea in his hands. "My daughter was murdered…" he said slowly.

Shosuke leaned back in his chair, "Explain."

Takuji took a deep breath, sipping the tea before putting it back between his legs as he sat forward, "They said she had a cardiac arrest, yet she only had a sore throat. No fever, she only came to get a prescription." He pinched the bridge of his nose trying to keep his voice clear, to not let his emotions control him.

"Where was she murdered?" Shosuke asked.

"Taiyo Hospital, Emergency Room" he sounded bitter, then again he was really bitter. This whole thing was never supposed to have happened. Takuji shouldn't be sitting here, he should be at home with his little girl. Getting dinner ready. Helping her with her homework, teasing her, laughing. She wasn't supposed to be gone, she wasn't supposed to be dead. Yet she was and now there was no one at home, there wasn't even a home really without her.

Taji leaned back as he draped an arm across the back of the couch, watching Takuji "I don't understand, why would you believe she was murdered at the hospital?"

Takuji sighed heavily an almost defeated sigh "You aren't understanding." He clenched his jaws, "You see I was a medic... I know what people look like when they are dying. I've seen it so many times" he sat the cup on the table shaking his head.

"Sometimes people are a lot sicker than they look" Shosuke leaned against the armrest his blue eyes seemed to flash violet for a moment before fading back to the blue color.

"Yumiko wasn't that sick, I would know if she was. I know what people look like when they are hiding their illness. I know the signs… even if they don't know. I can see it. You don't miss them." He looked up at the ceiling for a moment before looking back at the ground "I know what the dying look like even before they know they are dying. I know. You would too if you have seen sickness and death as much as I have. A sore throat, nothing else." He grasped his knees tightly "I'm an old man, my wife died and all I had was my daughter. She was 13 years old, she shouldn't have died. She wasn't supposed to have died. They killed her, they are at fault! She only had a sore throat." His voice cracked as he put a hand over his eyes.

Shosuke "People die all the time in the Emergency room"

"Yes… I know but this time it was due to murder, or neglect on their part. Regardless they are to blame for her death and no one will listen to me."

"I can help you." Shosuke rose to his feet, "The question is are you willing to pay the price for that help."

Takuji, "I'll pay anything… I'd give my life to see that her murders are brought to justice."

"A life is not worth as much as you might think Takuji. It will be the one possession you hold dearest in the world thought," Shosuke said running his hand over the back of his chair.

Takuji, "The thing I held dearest in this world is dead… there is nothing else."

"There is…" Shosuke said turning to his desk pulling out a document and quill.

Taji leaned forward "Think carefully about this Takuji. We aren't talking about something that means a great deal to you. It can be anything… if there is anything that you hold dear that you do not want to ever disappear, a memory or a feeling, a person, an object… it will be taken the moment your request is fulfilled, regardless of what the outcome is. The truth will be out… even if you don't like the answer. I can assure you though it will be the truth."

"Like I said… it doesn't matter."

Taji sighed as he ran a hand through his hair "Seems your mind is made up then" he said looking towards Shosuke a single nod and the document and quill were handed to Takuji.

Shosuke "For the truth of what happened to your daughter Yumiko you will give to us your most treasured possession." Takuji took the quill and signed his name. The letters glowed violet for a moment before fading to black.

Takuji sat at the barstool in the Purple Horizon a shot of whiskey in his hand a bitter smile on his face as he down it and slammed it on the counter "I'll take another" he said to the bartender who nodded his head and filled it again.

"They can help," he said simply.

"Who?" Takuji knew where he was at, yet he didn't know how this man could possibly know why he was here. Not that he knew exactly how he got from that room back upstairs. The bartender smiled sadly.

"You're in the Purple Down chair." he said pouring his glass again, "I just hope the cost isn't too high for you. I'll find out when the time comes though." he said that part mostly to himself.