A/N : Early update is early. Also, I'm bored in the middle of a hurricane/tropical storm/whatever the newslady is calling it now, because I keep losing freakin' power!

Another AU, though completely unrelated to the first two. Actually, this could be more related to my Magnet story. Like, deleted scenes, maybe. Ahem.

Also, this song is by the Spill Canvas. Enjoy!

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Caterpillars:

He tucks a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear and she smiles up at him sadly, kneeling on the floor of her kitchen in front of him while he sits cross-legged before her. She leans into his touch, pink slowly flushing over porcelain skin, telling him all he needed to know with no words at all. She sighs gently, and he finds himself wanting to do the exact same.

Instead, he leans forward, pressing his lips to her forehead in a way that makes him want to linger, maybe kiss her cheeks, her nose, her chin, and her own mouth. But he can't, and they both know that, because soon someone will wake up and find them. So he stands, not missing the way her delicate shoulders slumped forward as he turned away and walked toward her back door.

"I'll miss you," she whispers, and he already misses her, but doesn't say so. He misses her by eleven years, and by a society that doesn't understand, and people who really just didn't care.

He's out on her back porch now, and he barely registers the click of a lock on the door before he realizes that he can't go back inside, because he really wasn't supposed to be there in the first place.

So he stumbles to his car, feet heavy. He sits there for a moment, not really wanting to leave, but knowing he had to anyway when a look at the dashboard proves it's a little after three in the morning.

He arrives home at a house that doesn't quite seem like it's his. It's dark, and he bumps into a book shelf, cursing when a million things fell to the ground. He bent to retrieve them, pausing at a photograph of a small girl with blonde hair and big blue eyes that he has chosen to give up once and for all. It hurts, a lot, but he knows he can't go back to change it. The picture surely shouldn't have been anything special, because she was glaring at the camera, but the sun was behind her, making it seem as if a halo was rising above her head. He doesn't really want to look at it anymore, so he flips it over to see the words Kagamine Rin scrawled across the back in her messy handwriting. The words bring no consolation. He stands and leaves the mess, because he's tired and wants nothing more than to stumble into unconsciousness.

Sleep evades him until about six, in which there is a hesitant knocking at his front door. He finds himself surprised when she throws herself at him, arms winding around his waist, when he probably should have seen this coming.

They go to bed together, both tossing and turning in each others arms, an occasional murmur breaking the silence every so often. Eventually, she falls asleep, even with the sun seeping through his shades, and little lights play around her head. It's a beautiful sight, but she shouldn't be here, should be getting to her classes and he should be going to work. They should be going their separate ways, not stopping to think about what ifs and whys. She shouldn't have come back to him, and he shouldn't have gone after her in the first place.

But now, he supposes, there really isn't anything he can do about it, so he tries to stop worrying. He runs his hands through her hair and kisses her temple softly. A quiet moan seeps through her parted lips, but she doesn't awaken, and he doesn't make her, because she looks happier than she did when he went to see her earlier and wants to keep things like this.

Things are only going to get harder, that he knows, but the thought is ignored. He wraps his arms around her small frame and lets himself bury his head in the crook of her neck and shoulder, inhaling her scent and branding it to his memory.

As he drifts off, he finds himself wondering if he could stay asleep like this forever.

And I never thought I'd feel this safe again
in a million years.
And lying next to you,

and hoping that it's true.
And with you I'm truly in my element,

my element with you.

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A/N: This is more of a drabble than anything else, but I think it's my favorite so far, if you don't mind the shortness of it(only about 700 words), that is.

Review, because they make me feel all motivated and mushy and loved. And I like feeling loved.