Project Population Maintainance- //Klax//

Chapter Eight

March 11, 22xx
Noon-(12:26pm)

-Maxim's P.O.V-

I wake up uncomfortable and unfortunately realize that I have huge ache in my ass, thanks blondie. I struggle to move but manage to hang my head over the edge of the bunk bed and look down to see Kla still sleeping quite peacefully, thank god he didn't try to pull a 'I'm going to train and injure myself more than I already am.' I look to the pills that I sto- brought in last night. I wonder if I can eat them from here? I really don't feel like climbing down the ladder, so I stretch my arm to try to reach it, but I obviously can't reach the bottle one bit. I'm not even close. I push myself closer to the edge, my stomach halfway exposed on the edge of the bed. Still can't reach, but I'm almost there. I'm about to push myself forward to get closer, when Kla scares me.

"What're you doing there?" He cocks an eyebrow at me, sitting up a bit from the bed to watch me and chuckling a bit. I get so startled that I screech, of course, and then I slip a little bit off the edge of the bed. I close my eyes as I feel my knees get caught on the edge of the bed, which partially keeps me from falling.

The other part that keeps me from falling is Kla holding me up from my hips, thank god for his reflexes.

My arms dangle over my head, and I peek open my eyes to see Kla over me, hands to my hips to keep me up. I blush immediately. He stays in this position for a bit, I guess not to drop me, and I start to sweat already. Don't get me wrong, I am enjoying this, a lot, but if this goes on any longer I might have a panic attack.

"C-can you put me d-down ple-please," my shirt falls a bit, exposing my stomach, and I feel hot from embarrassment.

"Huh? Oh right, of course," w-was he in a daze or something? Was that why it took him so long to put me down? He slowly lowers me down so my stomach is facing the floor, and I help out a bit by putting my hands on the floor for weight support. Finally, I'm on solid ground, and I sigh with relief. Kla is silent, but he's usually silent, so I'm not unnerved by it.

"Are these the pain killers?" He asks me while grabbing the pill bottle. I nod slightly, my face still squished against the floor. I watch him open the bottle and put two pills on his palm before popping them in his mouth.

"Can I have some?" I ask with an exhausted voice, my everything aching. He hands me the bottle and I'm about to open it when I see something that's a bit off. I pause, looking at the small print on the bottle. Wait a minute... the bottle says that the pills may cause... intoxication? What the fuck is that supposed to mea-

I hear a low chuckle from Kla, which made me flinch. I sit up, looking at Kla, and he's smiling? I'm shocked, and a little concerned. I look at the bottle again, still says the same thing. What scares me the most is the next part.

"Maxim... I feel weird.. hehehh..." he giggled. He actually. Giggled. My jaw dropped. I didn't know what to do, or say, except to get rid of the pills. I immediately toss the pills in a drawer and sat on the floor for a moment. I need to think of a plan, oh god I just poisoned Kla with laughing pills. When he comes back to normal he is gonna hate me. I should go to the nurse, they'd know what to do. I stand up to leave when he calls out to me.

"Maxim... don't gooo..." he reaches out a hand to me before I leave. I have to stay. I can't just leave him here like this, all alone. So, I come over to Kla's bed and sit on the edge next to him, just to keep an eye on him. For a little bit, he doesn't say anything, then he leans a bit until he falls over and lands on my thighs. I inhale sharply at first, then I realize that Kla is pretty much laying on my lap. I feel my face turn red as he stares at me with that weird, blank expression.

"You know, you remind me of myself as a kid," Kla smiles as he says that, like he's recalling a happy memory. I just nod and stay tensed up, not wanting to move too much.

"Y'know, I kinda feel like your my little brother that I have to take care of," his voice gets a little bit mumbly, but I can still understand him.

"Always clingy to me, crying, needing help," he goes on and on. I try my best not to feel offended, but I can't help it. Am I really clingy?

"Kinda like me around my brother. Y'know, I had an older brother. He was like the world to me. Always took good care of me, giving me his food to eat when we were low on funds, always tried his best to keep me entertained," he chuckled a little bit, staring at the wall. Then I see him start to tear up. Oh god, is he emotional in this state as well?

"Then he had to go to this stupid war to decide who lives and who dies, kinda like the one we're in right now. Actually, it's exactly the one my brother went to. That's why I hate it here. This place killed my brother. He didn't deserve to die, he was a good older brother. Why did he have to die?" His voice starts to crack, and I personally do not like seeing him like this. I try to comfort him somewhat by caressing his hair, and it seems to work. It's what my sister used to do for me whenever I was upset. Then I start to rub his head a bit, and I think I'm starting to lull him to sleep. His eyes are closed and his breathing slowed, so I relax a little bit.

Then he decides to terrify me by slowly rolling off my legs and heading directly to the floor.

I move fast, first grabbing his shoulder, then grabbing his side, trying my best to hold him up.

"What.. the hell... are you doing..?" I say through gritted teeth as I slowly pull him back up.

"This was a trust test to see if I can trust you, so that means I can trust you completely," he laughs and flops back to the same position on my lap, My face turns a rosy pink as I stare at him in shock. How long will these effects last? He keeps staring at me for long periods of time and I refuse to stare at him back out of embarrassment.

"You look like a little puppy," He grinned and started fidgeting with my hair. I squirmed a little but sat in place. Every word that left his mouth was straightforward and just downright embarrassing.

"Your thighs are comfy, like a soft pillow." He nuzzles himself in my lap and I'm not sure if I should squeal or not, both out of complete embarrassment and happiness.

"Wait... Are you like mah, fuck..what was the word..." he slurred his words more and put his hand to his face, I just stared amused, suppressing a chuckle.

"My uhh, omega, yeah that," I blushed immediately, he just had to bring that up while he's all tipsy, and extremely bipolar with his mood and topic change.

"Look at you being all red again, lil tomato," he pushes all of his weight onto my chest, knocking me over and face landing on my stomach, oh god please no. He doesn't say anything for a while, he just lays flat on me and I don't dare to move, also because he's heavy as fuck.

"Kla?.." I whisper and shift into a slightly more comfortable position, still wary of him possibly being awake, but he doesn't respond. I'm relieved when I hear soft breathing and his chest rising and falling slowly, so the bastard did fall asleep. I sigh heavily and try to calm down but I can't, not with him so close, my heart races faster than it was a minute ago. I'm 99.99% sure he would kill me if he found out about today, but I honestly don't mind this. It's really nice having him, guard down, and trusting me like this. I bring him closer to my chest and away my still pudgy stomach and wrap my arms around him. Despite how evil he can be, he's a good cuddle buddy.