Hiya! I've wanted to do some Yamaki and Riley for awhile, and I finally got to it! :D This is also for the Non-Flash Bingo Challenge, the 28 Days of Love Challenge, and the Hat Challenge (Yamaki - Not SO Different Trope) and the summary is from the Pick a Genre, Get a Summary Challenge, all on the Digimon Fanfiction Challenges Forum, as well as the drabble tag on the RANDOM! forums (prompts: And so I live! When we get home, I'm just going to flop on my bed. We're about to die, so there's really only one thing to do.)...That's a lot of stuff for such a brief fic XD.

So there are certain things implied here, but nothing that should shock or traumatize anyone too much XP.

Btw this is set during that one-week hiatus where everyone's trying to figure out what to do against the D-Reaper.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. Or Hypnos. Or Yamaki. I don't know if anyone can really own Yamaki anyway...

That Eight' O Clock Taste

"Most people do not consider dawn to be an attractive experience-unless they are still up." -Ellen Goodman

Yamaki and Riley had planned to go to bed early that night. There was much work to do for that last desperate strike against the D-Reaper, so they needed to be well-rested for the next day.

Which was why, of course, they were still up around 7: 54 am, as the amber rays of sunlight slid through their blinds. Granted, they had technically been in bed the whole time, but none of it was spent sleeping. They wouldn't have slept anyway. With a high chance of death coming in the next few days, there was only one thing they wanted to do. Screw professionalism. There was only one road she could take now.

Well, not that this was the first time they had turned their (bare) backs on business etiquette. That had mostly ended when they began sharing an apartment together.

"This could be the last night for any of us, you know," said Yamaki, light striped across his body like a prison suit.

"You're always such a downer," said Riley with a sly smile, resting her head on him. Riley felt his chest heave with a sigh. "Seriously though, the fight's not over yet. We've still got the Monster Makers, and those kids." She ran her finger down his almost-smooth cheek. "And your own suave programming skills of course."

"My own suave programming skills are what caused all this in the first place," Yamaki replied.

"You didn't create the D-Reaper or the Digimon," Riley stated.

"No, but I've helped make the situation worse," said Yamaki. "Because I was so obsessed with trying to eliminate the Digimon, I didn't check my calculations as much as I should have. So those Deva took advantage of my programming flaws. And because that happened, those children had to go to the Digital World themselves. We got them back…but the D-Reaper came back with them. And now look what's happened."

Riley stayed silent this time. She hated it when he was like this.

"Blindly trying to eradicate what I didn't understand…" Yamaki went on. "I'm no better than the D-Reaper that way."

"Stop right there," Riley interjected, poking his cheek. "You are not a cold-blooded deleting program. I know you want to be sometimes, and sometimes you try to be that way. But you're not, never will be, and no one wants you to be."

"Besides the higher-ups."

"The higher-ups can screw themselves."

"Agreed," Yamaki answered with the slightest smirk.

"If anything, I think you're like that boy Takato," said Riley.

Now Yamaki looked puzzled. "…How?"

"Because you never give up," Riley explained. "Even when everyone tells you it's impossible, you keep on going and make it happen. You make allies out of enemies, flaws into advantages, and wreckage into working machinery and code. Very few people can actually pull that off, you know."

"So I'm just a ball of inspiration and hope, huh?" Yamaki said dryly.

"Yeah, except that you make it look cool."

Yamaki chuckled. "Damn right I do."

For a while neither said anything.

"Yamaki?"

"Yeah?"

"The threat of apocalypse really puts things into perspective, doesn't it?" said Riley.

"…Yeah."

"If we survive this…"

"Anything."

"Huh?"

"I'll do anything you want, regardless of the higher-ups or the press," said Yamaki. "Except dress up in a monkey suit."

Riley laughed despite herself. "And why not the monkey suit?"

"Bad memories from my ten-year-old self," Yamaki said with a smile. "Trust me, you don't want to know."

"Oh, but I do want to know now," Riley said with a grin, curling up closer.

"…Of course you do," said Yamaki with a smirk, turning to wrap his arms around her "Well, it started when I was eating some tempura…"

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I've always kinda imagined them being like this, discussing/debating stuff side by side in bed in between doing...sexy stuff :P. Who needs sleep anyway?

Well, I hoped you liked it! Feel free to let me know!