Project Population Maintainance- //Klax//

Chapter Six

March 9, 22xx
Morning-(9:36am)

-Kla's P.O.V-

I wake up pretty late, again, mainly from staying up so late last night. I managed to sneak him another food bar for last night, but that didn't stop the groaning from happening again. I mainly woke up because Maxim kept shaking me and yelling my name.

"Kla, Kla, Kla, Kla wake up, Kla, Kla, Kla!" Each 'Kla' progressively getting louder, and louder, to the point where on the last 'Kla', I gave Maxim a dark death glare. That made him shut up.

"What do you want?" My tone was slow and exhausted, which I was.

"T-today is the day when I can finally eat again!" His voice was a bit shaky from the death glare, but still full of that childish excitement. It calmed my stingy mood a bit, so I sat up to face him better. The bed sheet comes up with me before falling off to expose my bare chest. I forgot that I was shirtless, since it was really hot last night and I needed to cool off. It doesn't bother me, but it definitely bothers Maxim for some reason. He screams slightly and raises his hands to his eyes. I'm not sure if I was imagining it or not, but I think I saw him blushing?

"C-can you please h-have some decency a-and put on a sh-shirt?" His voice cracked a lot, and I just shrugged it off. I said "whatever" and grabbed the nearest shirt I could find and flung it on.

"Ok, I'm clothed, princess," I said with an unamused expression. He uncovered his eyes and sighed a bit before gesturing me to follow him. I'm pretty happy for him, being able to eat again, but I'm going to have to make sure he doesn't go too overboard with the food. For once he's the one ahead of me, speed walking to the cafeteria. I can't help but chuckle as I slide my hands into my pockets and follow.

We reach the cafeteria and I can feel Maxim just vibrating with joy. Then it fades once everyone starts giggling and talking about us again. Great, this shit again. I glance at Maxim's face to see his expression go from an excited smile to a discouraged expression.

"It's just a bunch of guys who need a foot up their ass. Just ignore them," I encourage him to go grab some food so he doesn't starve in the middle of the night. He solemnly nods as he walks over to get a lunch tray, trying his best to ignore the chuckles and whispers. I shoot the people I pass death glares to shut up, and it works. Soon the entire cafeteria shuts up or talks about something else, which is good. As we wait in line I point out some good food to choose so it wouldn't ruin his diet training, and I can see his gaze darting over to the unhealthily snacks that they like to put in the corner of the cafeteria. Every time he does though, I flick him in the back of the head, which stops him from going over there to pick something out. Once we have our food, we take a seat at the table in the corner. It's pretty much become our spot, since no one else dares to sit there. We sit and chat, as usual, when I see the little twats themselves.

"Hey Kla~" there he is again, imitating Maxim as always. This has become a daily thing of his now, coming over to bother me, but now that Maxim can eat again, I can only imagine the pain I will put him through if he even tries to insult him in front of me.

"Oh and look guys, fat-" I cut him off before he can even finish the sentence by raising up my tray like I'm about to fling it at him, which causes blondie to flinch.

"Don't you remember what happened last time?" I say coldly, causing people nearby to even shudder. I notice him hesistate to say another word before mustering up the courage to speak again.

"Try it, the administrator is in here," He smiled sinisterly. I glance to him then to Maxim who had a confused yet uncomfortable look, and I frowned. He doesn't deserve this, nobody does.

I lean over to Maxim's ear and he freezes in place.

"Cover your ears," I whisper and he begins to speak.

"Wh-" He looks to me concerned but I motion for him to stay quiet, thank goodness he listened. I stand up and walk to Blondie, his expression slowly turning tenser and more worried as I stood face to face with him. I tower over him just to intimidate him more. I grab him tightly by the collar and hold him off the ground, he starts thrashing but I hold him in place with my other hand. His body starts to quiver. I lean into his ear slowly and smirk, purposely lowering and deepening my voice to be threatening.

"I recall you doing something similar to this to Maxim. Funny, isn't it? I would be rather generous to just let you off with a tiny scare but with the many stunts you tried to pull yesterday, I genuinely don't think that would work." I hear him gulp quietly, my smirk grows wider. "Now, I suggest you just turn on your heel and shut the fuck up, you don't phase me; you're just a little unwiped cum stain that has nothing better to do with his life because he knows he isn't strong enough to make it past the first ten minutes of war. Please do us all a favor and never show your rancid face at this table or anywhere near us again, save yourself the embarrassment of having your dick personally circumcised a second time infront of everyone in this hell hole." He's a shaking mess in a matter of seconds and I love it, I'm no sadist but I love putting cocky bastards in their place. I drop him down carelessly and enjoy the loud thud from his ass colliding with the concrete and the pained scream he emits. Maxim looks terrified, but it's life, you're going to have to put people in their place every now and then.

"C-Can I remove my hands," His voice is shaking and it upsets me, why does it though? I nod, but still keep my gaze locked down on the sobbing mess of a sad excuse for an adult. He stands up, obviously not learning from the message I just threw at him.

"You haven't seen the last of me, fucker. Let's see who's really ready for war," he points his finger in my face, but I'm not the least bit intimidated. His face is still covered in tears, after all. "Meet me at the track, 6:00 sharp. You probably don't have the balls to show up anyway," he smirks, lifting his chin at that last sentence before the walking cock himself turns and walks out the cafeteria door. He's just gonna make an embarrassment out of himself after today.

"Are you really going to fight him?" Maxim comes around my shoulder, a worried look on his face.

"I'm gonna have to so he can learn his lesson," I clench my fist. I'm so fed up with his bullshittery that I want to go beat his ass at the track court, but the look Maxim gives me, it kind of shocks me.

It's a look filled with fear and concern. I don't even know why he's giving me this look, which is what shocks me.

He doesn't even talk to me on our way back to the barracks. He just walks on silently, and I'm unsure if I should talk to him or not. Once we get to the barracks, he finally speaks.

"You go inside and rest for the fight. I'm gonna go jog around the barracks a few times," he doesn't even look at me.

"Are you sure you don't want me with you?" I don't even know why I'm asking this. Why don't I just take the rest and leave it at that?

"No, it's fine. Just go inside," he starts jogging away, and I just watch as he disappears around the corner of the barrack. I just stand there, contemplating why he won't look at me. He doesn't even like exercise, so why is he going to jog so willingly? And to add on top of that, why am I so worried about how he feels about this situation? Why do I care? My mind races with questions that I don't know how to answer, so I just go into our barrack and collapse onto my bed. I just lay there, unable to sleep. My mind is restless, and it takes a while before I'm able to take a nap. The questions still bother me though.