Project Population Maintainance- //Klax//

Chapter Five

March 7, 22xx
Morning- (9:45am)

-Kla's P.O.V-

It's oddly windy when I start to wake up, very unusual in the burning, oven-like barracks. It doesn't take me long before I realize that I was outside and strangely enough, I wasn't cold either. I look around for Maxim and can't find him. Shit, what if he's too far or got taken by someone-

My thoughts wonder and I continue to scan the area before I hear quiet breathing through the rather loud wind. I really wasn't expecting to wake up to my own teammate fast asleep on my lap. I blinked multiple times before realizing that it actually was real. Do I wake him or take him to the barracks? I stared at him and despite the annoyance he creates when he's awake, he sleeps pretty peacefully. He shivers slightly and shifts position a little. Guess it is pretty cold. I shuffle from under him and rest his back against the tree, taking off my jacket and throwing it onto him. I stuff my hands in my pockets and leave to the cafeteria to get some food to eat.

As I enter the cafeteria I immediately get blasted with loud chatter and obnoxious laughter, and I despise loud places. I walk up to the small buffet with my tray and pick out some food that doesn't look even slightly appetizing, but I digress. I sit down at a table in the corner of the cafeteria and start eating the slop, enjoying the relative silence away from the screeching, when blondie and his twink squad walk over.

"Hey Kla~" His obvious attempt at trying to immatate Maxim just irritated my soul, but I resist the urge to comment.

"Aw, not gonna answer to your boyfriend?" One drags out the word and I nearly choke on my food, but pass it off as a cough. I glare at them through my eyelashes but continue eating.

"Oh come on, we all know what happened this morning seeing you and fag boy all cuddled up together," The blonde boy continued to annoy me in all ways possible. I hushed a low growl from erupting from me. If there was one person that I'd love to shove this mush called food up their ass, it was him. I didn't let his annoyance phase me. If that's what he desires, he can try all he wants. He creeps up behind me and rests his arms on my shoulder, great, now I have to disinfect my entire upper body later. He's pushing all the buttons he can and he isn't very subtle about it one bit, he starts playing with my hair ends and I immediately feel disgusted. Can I kill him already? I keep a neutral face as he trails his diseased ridden fingers across my chest. He leans to my ear and I have to use every ounce of self control to not head butt him.

"Why don't you just use him, break him; He obviously likes you and would do a lot for you, so just do whatever to him." I feel sick, he absolutely makes me want to vomit. He has some serious balls and god I just want to cut them off.

"Of course," I respond bluntly and continue eating, sliding a food bar into my pocket and finishing the last bite.

"Good choice," he smiles, it's all fake, I know bullshit when I see it. He doesn't move and continues to attempt to make conversation with me. I glance to my food tray and look to him, waiting for him to slip up, and of course that didn't take long.

"Why don't you tell that fat faggot to lose weight?" Perfect.

I grab the edge of the tray and blindly fling it backward, but in the direction of the blonde boy. I flash a small smirk when I hear the thud of the tray and a loud, pained groan.

"Of course I wouldn't you demented fuck." I hissed and he glared at me, I returned the gesture.

"FUCKER!" He screamed and everyone went silent staring at us. I get up and walk away while his twink friends shout multiple curse words to me. God I hate this place and the people here.

-Maxim's P.O.V-

I can feel the cold wind hitting me in the face, which causes me to wake up. I grunt a little bit from sitting against the tree all night, and it makes my back ache a ton. I shuffle a bit to feel something of a blanket slide down my shoulder a bit. A jacket? Why would there be a jacket on me? Then it hits me. Kla isn't here, and this is his jacket. My face immediately turns red. Did he see me leaning on his shoulder? Oh god I feel so embarrassed, yet he gave me his jacket... I pull the leather jacket closer to me, and find that the inside has what seems to be a cotton padding. That's what's been keeping me so warm in this horrid wind. It even smells just like him. Oh god I need help, but it's so comfortable. I try putting it on, because why wouldn't I? It barely fits since I'm so... big... but if I exercise more and have a body more like Kla's, I could fit in this. Wow, I suddenly have the urge to exercise. I need to hide this jacket so he doesn't know I have it, but I want to wear it around. But what would other people think? Oh god what if somebody saw us? OH GOD WHAT IF SOMEBODY SAW US?? I'd never hear the end of it. I can't just leave the jacket here. Ok, here's what I'll do. I'll carry it like he's dropped it and hurry over to the barracks and hide it under my blanket. It's genius! I'm so proud of me. I stand up, jacket in my arms, as I scurry over to the barracks, avoiding anybody that I see. This is going to be hard.

It took an extra few hours to sneak around everybody, but luckily I make it back to our room unnoticed, and thank god Kla isn't here. I wonder where he went anyway? I climb up the ladder and quickly shove the jacket underneath the bed sheets, when I hear him.

"Maxim."

I screech out of pure terror, flailing my arms in the arm for a second before turning around to face Kla so quickly it makes my head spin. I blink a few times and I see him climbed almost to the top of the ladder just to talk to me.

"Maxim, where have you been?" He asked not with concern, but with that strict voice I know so well.

"O-oh, well, I went looking for you, and thought you'd be here," I stutter. He probably knows something is up, since he's cocking that eyebrow like I know he does when he doesn't believe my bullshit.

"Are you hiding food over there?" He asked after a pause.

"What? No- of course not. Why would I do that? Like I want to get an even worse punishment," whatever I said must've worked, because he stopped questioning me after that. He just said "ok" and asked if I wanted to come train with him. I probably said yes a little too quickly, but I think he ignored it. We head over to the training grounds to do our training for the day.

-Same day-
Night-(11:37pm)

-Kla's P.O.V.-

He won't shut up. He's constantly groaning, not only himself but his stomach. It's so loud, and I can't sleep. Part of me feels bad for him, but the other part wants to just slap him to make him shut up, but I don't think that'll do any good. I toss and turn but it won't make his groaning stop, and against my better judgement, I know what I have to do. I grab the food bar that I set on the desk top that sits next to my bed and I climb up the ladder.

"Hey, kid," I whisper, and he slowly turns to look at me. And I feel even worse when I look at him. Even through the dark I can see the unrest and pain in his eyes. It reminds me of my brother in so many ways, practically starving himself so I could eat dinner for one night, and working day in and day out just to earn money to care for me.

"Here, eat this," I toss him the food bar that I took from the cafeteria earlier at Maxim, and at first, he looks stunned.

"I can't eat it, I'm not allowed," geez, even his voice is hoarse.

"Just eat it so you can shut up," I didn't mean to sound so harsh, but I couldn't help it. I need to sleep. He hesitates for a moment before picking up the food bar and slowly unwrapping it. I climb back down the ladder before he has a chance to say thank you, but I don't care. I hear him slowly chewing it up before giving out a soft "thank you." Afterwards, I feel pretty good about myself. I'm glad that I helped him feel better, and now I can sleep soundly. I can't describe it, but for some reason, I feel a little too good about giving Maxim that food bar. What is this feeling? I'm just going to have to ignore it so I can finally go back to bed, but it's hard not to think about it.