Project Population Maintainance- //Klax//

Chapter Seven

March 10, 22xx
Afternoon-(5:52pm)

-Maxim's P.O.V-

Why, why did this have to happen? Why is that hot head blonde such a douchebag and always picking fights? Ugh, this is horrible. I've seen him training when me and Kla are in the training camp. Kla is just so wrapped up in his exercises that he doesn't see what I see. I watch as blonde guy exercises with as much, maybe even more intensity than Kla does, and that's what terrifies me the most. It's almost as if he's been preparing for this fight, even before he challenged Kla. What if Kla isn't as strong as he thinks he may be against him? Kla even seems like he wants to fight, and that bothers me as well. I can't keep the thoughts out of my head, even as I'm jogging. I've done so many laps around the barracks that I've lost track of time. I can't even feel the muscle aches that much, I'm so focused on imagining how the fight will go down. I look up to the giant clock built into the middle of the barracks, the time reads 5:52 pm. Fuck, it's almost time for their fight. My head begins to race, so I speed walk into our barracks. Kla is fast asleep, he doesn't hear me come in.

"Kla, Kla wake up," I shake him, his eyes fluttering open a bit.

"What?" His voice is deep and gravely, a bit tired.

"It's almost time for the fight," I glance away, trying to hide my worried expression even just a little bit. It doesn't work. Kla sits up to look me in the eyes, or at least tries to. I can't look him in the eyes at all.

"Why are you so worried? You're not the one who's about to fight someone," his tone isn't harsh, but it's a bit confused.

"Because.. I'm worried about you," I blurt out before I can even think. Once I realize what I've said, I turn around to hide the blush on my face. "C-c'mon, let's start walking. You don't want to be late."

"Wait, why would you worry about me?" he presses on, and it annoys me slightly. Is he really that dense?

"Because, I've seen him during training. His training is so intense, that he must've improved in strength since the last time you picked a fight with him. You're just too caught up in your training to notice," I didn't realized how annoyed I sounded until the last sentence, and I feel even worse.

"Mm. Still, I've been training for years. If he assumes that a couple months of training is enough to take me on, then he's mistaken."

"Yeah, but what if you can't?" I raised my voice, letting loose the question that's been on my mind for hours, but my voice sounds way harsher than I meant it to be. The room falls silent, and all we do is stare at each other for a good bit. I try my hardest to keep my expression strong, and I do, but Kla's face looks so confused, and... a hint of something else I can't describe. Sadness? Pride? I'm unsure, but I can't stand the silence.

"C'mon, we'd better hurry," I look away from him, opening the door and waiting for him to follow. We walk on in silence, I'm slightly ahead of him. Is this our first fight? If so, I am not enjoying it, but I can't look at him after that. I just yelled at Kla. Ugh, this is not good. Now I feel even more miserable on top of being extremely nervous, time seems to go so slowly.

We finally make it to the track/arena. We're about two minutes late, but blonde douche still has to point it out.

"Well well well, I almost didn't think you'd show up," he sits up from whatever weird gangster seating that was, and walks onto the middle of the track, waiting for Kla. "I thought you pussied out."

"We're two minutes late, don't get your panties in a wad," I yell back at him as Kla comes over my shoulder.

"You brought your boyfriend to watch you get your ass whooped? How romantic," he grinned his signature shit eating grin. I clench my fist but Kla ushers me to stay here while he walks up to Blondie.