Yoon Sung was still shaking his head over the possibly imminent union of Jung Woo and Da Hye when he walked into Na Na's bedroom. He knocked at the open door, making Na Na look up from where she sat in the middle of the plush blue rug, surrounded by a myriad of open boxes.

"Oh…hey," she addressed him distractedly. She was preoccupied sorting through one of the boxes.

"You're still not done unpacking?" Yoon Sung asked incredulously as he flung himself sideways across her spacious four poster bed with the billowy blue chiffon hangings.

"Apparently," she returned sarcastically, tossing a wad of papers into the wastebasket by her desk.

Yoon Sung "hmphed" at her tone, but did not comment. Instead, he contented himself with kicking off his shoes and scrunching down into a more comfortable position on the bed. He found this rather difficult, however; even though he was lying perfectly diagonal across the king-sized mattress, his impossibly long legs still dangled over the edge of the bed. He continued to flounder about a while before simply flipping over on his back and squashing a pillow beneath his neck to blink up at the ceiling light fixture. He turned toward Na Na.

"Jung Woo and Da Hye-yah…what do you think of that, Na Na?"

"Who knows? They COULD just hit it off. I've talked with Jung Woo a little myself, since I've been here. He reminds me a little of Da Hye when we first knew her at the Blue House—a little lost and uncertain about what the future might hold for him…we'll just have to see, I guess."

Yoon Sung sat up straight. "Speaking of the Blue House…have you figured out what you want to do now that you've given up body-guarding?—you did already enroll at the university, didn't you?"

"First of all, I haven't given up "body guarding"—

"But you SAID— Yoon Sung interrupted.

"I SAID I would CONSIDER a different career path if I could find something that appealed to me when I go back to school this year. And yes, I did already enroll—I even used the money you gave me to make a deposit in advance for the entire year—but don't worry, I will pay you back every cent in full. Anyways, you remember YOUR end of the bargain don't you?"

Now Yoon Sung scooted to the edge of the bed, his feet touching the ground as he turned his full attention anxiously upon his fiancé. "I know, I know—I must never be City Hunter again—but is that entirely fair? I had to agree absolutely to give it up—though I myself have no interest in doing that again, but that's beside the point—and you only agreed to CONSIDER giving up being a body guard! I thought the whole purpose of our agreement was to spare each other the heartache of having to see the other in danger or hurt?"

"Yes, but the difference between us is that—the reason I'm making you absolutely give up that whole City Hunter business—whether you're interested in it or not"—and at this Na Na scoffed—"is that its ILLEGAL! My job, on the other hand, may be dangerous, but it's perfectly legal. If you wanted to be a police officer or a detective or a prosecutor, or any number of other dangerous vocations, I would stand behind you fearlessly, because at least you would be operating within the realm of the law; what I can't abide by with this whole City Hunter business is the illegality of it—no matter your intentions, when you decide to operate outside of the law, only bad things can happen to you—you saw how this whole revenge thing with your d—I mean Jin Pyo turned out. I couldn't bear to see something like that happen to you, Yoon Sung-sshi."

"Wait—just wait a minute! What was that "chuh!" all about," Yoon Sung demanded, trying to imitate Na Na's little scoff from before. "Are you implying that I actually enjoyed being City Hunter?"

Na Na arched an eyebrow at him and in a tone deliberately designed to further irritate him asked, "Didn't you?"

Yoon Sung sprung up from the bed. "So what, you think I'm lying? I definitely don't miss being city hunter—having my life in danger every second—the constant pressure and all the effort of trying to figure out the workings of the political underworld."

"I saw you yesterday in your closet…" Na Na began slowly, tauntingly. She grinned broadly at Yoon Sung's wide-eyed scandalized expression. "Modeling your little City Hunter superhero outfit—I can only assume that that's what that the little gold and black number with the letters C and H embroidered on the front was meant to be—and singing your City Hunter theme song."

"YAH!" Yoon Sung roared, grabbing the nearest thing to him and flinging it at Na Na—a stack of papers that had been strewn across her nightstand. "TH-THAT'S NOT WHAT IT WAS!"

The papers descended upon her in a blizzard, becoming mixed up with all the other documents on the floor which she had spent the past hour or so organizing into neat piles, but she was laughing too hard to notice or care. Yoon Sung flopped back down onto the bed, deciding to ignore her completely. She finally stopped laughing and he heard her picking up the papers that had avalanched across the rug. Disgruntled, Yoon Sung crossed his arms and lay facedown onto the bed. The fact was, he had been doing exactly what he was accused of doing—but only because he was bored—because Ahjusshi and Jung Woo had been hogging the television and Na Na had gone on a shopping date with his mother instead of on just a date with him, like he'd asked her to! It was her own fault really—Na Na's. He wouldn't have been reduced to playing dress up in his closet like a little boy if his stinking fiancé hadn't bailed on him. What Yoon Sung really hoped she wouldn't ask was how he'd gotten the letters CH emblazoned on the black and gold top—he would surely die of mortification if anybody found out he'd used Ahjusshi's sow-easy embroidery kit and spent upwards of an hour trying to figure out how to use the damn thing for God's sake!

A few moments later, Na Na erupted into laughter again.

Yoon Sung shot up again, ready to give her a sound piece of his mind, and also to do whatever might be necessary to make sure she didn't go blabbing this tale to anybody else.

But it seemed she wasn't laughing at him this time. The object of her amusement was a worn out leaf of paper. She was chortling at its obviously hilarious content.

He sat back down, relieved.

"What is that?" he asked, indifferently.

Na Na's rabbit-like eyes darted to him in alarm, the lingering laughter within their dark depths simmering down. "Oh, it's nothing," she replied—a little too quickly, Yoon Sung thought—before stowing them very particularly behind her.

An evil little laugh started bubbling up in Yoon Sung's throat as he spotted a potential opportunity for blackmail. His impish smile widened as he noted how very busy Na Na was suddenly trying to look, re-sorting out all the papers around her.

"Need help?" Yoon Sung asked, sidling down onto the rug to sit RIGHT beside her.

Before she could scarcely protest, Yoon Sung had reached behind her and plucked the offending document away, and was halfway back across the room.

Na Na made as if to come after him, then with a sigh sank back down, electing to ignore him—probably hoping that not making such a big deal out of it would discourage him—heh, fat chance, Yoon Sung thought. Payback time!

But when he unfolded the sheet of paper, his face fell a little in disappointment for a moment—there was really nothing all that incriminating or embarrassing about this paper—not REALLY—but his devilish smiled hitched back into place as he realized he could definitely MAKE it so.

Across the top of the page were the words, "The No Physical Contact Contract".

"Ah, the skinship menu!" Yoon Sung crowed, "I remember this! Oh Na Na, you really are very brilliant…" he waggled his eyebrows at her.

"What do you mean?—skinship menu? What?!"

"Well, everybody knows a woman's no means a yes and that universally the language known to women across the world is that of opposites. So posting a sign like this on the fridge in your house, the kitchen and fridge in particular being a place where I, a man, would obviously frequent, you sought to put up this delightful and unmistakable invitation—hoping that perhaps at the time when I was hungry, glancing up at that contract might remind me of other hungers I might be experiencing. Unfortunately for you, though I did recognize the purpose of this contract" he parodies her earlier scoff, "my poor mind was far too preoccupied with the life and death matters of City Hunter business. Now however, as I so gallantly promised you, I will no longer be fettered with such gloomy and illegal pursuits as hunting out bad guys and punishing them for their wrongdoings..thus, if you're still interested…"

Na Na leapt up from the rug, fixed him with a withering glare for a few seconds, before storming out of the room.

Yoon Sung pumped his arm up and down in victory. "Score one for the City Hunter," he whispered.

But then he heard Na Na's voice call out from the hall, "Oh Ahjusshi! I just have the funniest story to share with you about Yoon Sung!"

Oh. Crap.

Yoon Sung tore out of the room after Na Na.

At the Seoul District Attorney's office, Pil-jae was sitting at his desk, busily compiling a novel of notes for his upcoming trial—the murder of a North Korean reporter by a minister. He had that rumpled, frazzle-eyed look of someone who has not slept properly in a couple of weeks. But he was not an insomniac, he was just a very heartily devoted prosecutor—which was pretty much the same thing as being an insomniac, he supposed. But when, upon happening to look up from his work for a brief instant, his eyes found the empty space in front of the window where a large desk had once occupied, a shadow of emotion darkened his features—making more prominent the tiredness, but also, illuminating the undercurrent of a deeper ailment which troubled his heart more than those missed hours of slumber. Catching himself, after a few moments, Pil-jae turned quickly back to the work in hand, hastily grabbing his Styrofoam cup of cold coffee and downing it in an effort to stave off the tide of emotions which were piling up on his chest. In vain he tried to prevent his brain from dredging up images of an intent-faced young man, dark haired and wearing an immaculate but boring suit.

Kim.

Young.

Ju.

Pil-jae placed his cup down wearily onto his desk, giving up the fight against the irrepressible wave of grief he still experienced at any recollection of his former colleague. He leaned back into his chair, eyes closed, kneading his temples as he began to fall deeper into the gulf of misery.

"Pil-jae, take a look at this." It was his other colleague, AL, a very nice young lady and the third leg of the triangle that had once been the Kim Young Ju Justice Team.

Pil-jae walked over to her desk, grateful for the interruption.

She motioned for him to come over to the side, indicating her computer screen. She was showing him the picture of a large man with graying black hair, looking to be about 50 or 60. The picture was captioned with his name, Shin Matsumoto.

"What's his story?" He asked.

"Well, he used to be a Japanese yakuza until a couple of years ago when his record was expunged for 'services rendered to the Korean government.'"

"So—what, he gave info on some of his gang lords to us?"

"It doesn't say. But what I find particularly interesting is that a year or so after his record was wiped, he started working for Chun Chae Mann. He was the CFO of Haewon Corp."

Pil-jae became more attentive all of a sudden.

"Not only that," AL continued," but his name—well, the Korean name he adopted when he came here—appears in the documents that CH made available to the public regarding President Choi—he facilitated a great deal of the bribes the president took etc and in return the president gave his backing on whatever venture this man was pursuing."

As Pil-jae peered closer at the swarthy face on the computer screen, his recalled a detail that the car park owner had told him.

The thugs who were beating up the poor kid, everybody knows who they are—who most of Chun Chae Mann's thugs are—they belong to Shin Matsumoto's gang. Most people believe them to have dispersed—but that's not true. They've just gotten more powerful by joining hands with our government.

Pil-jae face contorted in rage as he looked at the face of another man who was responsible for YJ's death. Pil-jae had made it his own private mission to demonstrate the justice of the law onto every person who was in any way responsible for YJ's death.

"Thank you," he told AL.

Sitting back down at his desk, Pil-jae opened a drawer on his left side and pulled out court order he'd finally been granted yesterday. Placing it before him on the desk, he mind wandered to City Hunter. He had been thinking for the past several months on what would be the best method of getting revenge on Lee Yoon Sung. He had first come up with a plan to throw him into jail, but his boss had opposed him. "Not enough evidence!" he'd cried. But Pil-jae smiled as he turned back to his computer screen, where Jin Pyo's face was staring back at him. He had found the perfect way to get back at YS, after all. He got up again, grabbing his coat from the back of his chair and the court order from his desk.

"Are you getting lunch already?" AL asked him.

"I've got an errand to run, but I can pick up something on my way back, if you like. Anything in particular you want to eat?"

"Nah," she said waving a hand at him dismissively.

When Pil-jae reached his car, he paused before getting in. He didn't have to deliver the papers himself, but just trying to imagine the expression that would be sure to be on YS's face as he read the court order was enough to make Pil Jae want to take the trouble to make the trip himself.