Football One Shots

Neymessi (AU)

Edit 05-15-20: I changed a few minor things that were bothering me and some grammar issues!
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Neymar studied the bland walls that surrounded him. The creaky mattress beneath him didn't provide much support to his aching back and his mind wandered to a million different places. Silence flowed nicely through the air and allowed Neymar's nerves to settle slightly, the cell being locked also helped a bit. Being brutally beaten on his first day wasn't part of his plans.
Footsteps passing through the dimly lit hallway outside the cell drew Neymar's attention. They were heavy and moved with a steady pace, as if to create suspense. As they neared Neymar's cell door they slowed. His eyes snapped shut as he prayed for the steps to continue on. After a slight pause they continued down the hall leaving Neymar to let out the breath he hadn't known he was holding.
Before coming to prison, while in holding, a crazy loon of a man had decided to tell Neymar about the guards that worked here at Wellridge. 'They are slimy. They'll hold you down in the darkened halls and make a fool of themselves just for a minute or two of pleasure. They're especially drawn to the fresh meat. You're a pretty boy, they'll definitely enjoy taking their time with you if you give them the chance. I suggest you find someone to associate with and never leave their side. Though you'll have a few problems the first few days when you have to bunk by yourself. They'll slip in at night and take from you what they believe is "rightfully" their's.' Neymar hated to think that what this man had said was somehow true. It was obvious what he thought when the footsteps made their way back and slowed once more. Neymar did his best to portray a drying up fish on land; refusing to move an inch. Hoping to fool it's captor into releasing it once more.
This time though, Neymar could hear the jingle of keys and the lock of his cell door being undone. His heart rate sped up as he struggled to remain calm.
His composure flew out his barred window when a man pressed all his weight into Neymar and held him down. Neymar's breaths were erratic as he began to panic. All his memories he'd done his best to store away suddenly rushed back, causing Neymar to react crazily.
"No no no. Get off of me! Get away!" Neymar screamed and struggled against the guards heavier weight.
"Hush baby. I'll take care of you now." The smirk that played onto his lips made Neymar gag in disgust.
"Get off of me! Stop it! Someone please!" He continued to scream, tears following his shouts.
"Shut up you little bitch." The older guard hissed.
"Help me!" Neymar ignored his request and continued to shout as the man's calloused fingers crawled into his shirt, reaching for his chest. Neymar continued to squirm and cry out in distress as he hands roamed downward.
"Get off of me! Please stop! No!" The guard seemed to find pleasure in his cries and only smirked once more as Neymar shouted.
When the man's fingers reached his briefs, Neymar retaliated, swinging his arms up and pushing the man onto the floor and springing from his bed towards the cell door.
"Get back here you little bitch!" The guard's fingers wrapped around Neymar's ankle, as he almost made it to the door, and yanked him down to the ground.
The concrete floor didn't provide Neymar with much comfort as he slammed onto the ground.
Every guard was equipped with a baton to use if a prisoner was out of control, so of course the guard whipped it out and began to beat Neymar repeatedly with it.
Time seemed to crawl as Neymar fell into an almost unconscious state, only being able to make out a few noises. Death had seemed to be knocking at Neymar's door as the beating continued against Neymar's limp body. He knew that if he survived this he'd have quite a few battle scars to show for it.
"Next time you assault me and try to run prisoner, you'll be in seg." The guard stood without another word and left Neymar's cell, locking the door and making his way back down the hall.
Morning light poked at Neymar's heavy lids, but his splitting headache forced them to stay shut. Commotion could be heard throughout the hallway as others made their way to breakfast. Barely anyone bothered to spare Neymar a glance as they passed his open cell. A pair of footsteps entered his cell slowly, the same pace as those from the previous night. Neymar curled into himself as a form of protection from the beating he thought he would receive.
"Damn Allegri. Always fucking around with the fresh meat. Poor kid was dumb enough to retaliate. There will definitely be a target on his back now." The steps came closer and Neymar found himself shaking and letting out almost inaudible whines.
"What's your name kid?" The mysterious man spoke.
Neymar cracked his eyes open, observing his surroundings.
There were currently three other prisoners in his temporary cell.
"Kid?" The first man spoke once more.
Neymar hesitated before replying to the intruder.
"Neymar..." He croaked; his voice not sounding like it's own.
"Neymar. Well I'm Luis, or Suarez, which ever you prefer. These two are Digne and Umtiti." Neymar simply nodded to them and closed his aching lids once more.
"Neymar. No more sleeping. You need to get ready for the day. You have things to do. You can stick with me and my friends here if you'd like. We'll introduce you to the boss later. Right now we need to make our way down to breakfast. Come on, up you get." Luis gripped onto Neymar under his shoulders and set him on his feet. Neymar seemed to wobble a bit before settling onto his feet and cracking his eyes slightly.
"This way now." Luis turned and began to exit Neymar's cell with his friends following behind him.
Neymar only hesitated slightly before limping out of the cell and following Luis and his friends.
"Now, since you enjoy laying on your floor sleeping, we'll only have about a half hour to get our meals and eat. The boss and his closest members usually catch the early breakfast, so they'll be back to his cell by now. After breakfast, you'll be assigned a job by Pep and you'll accept it without question. Our working period lasts two hours, then we receive lunch and a two hour roaming period. During this time Boss sends us out to the yard for some fresh air while he stays behind and handles business. After our roaming period, we usually laze around Boss's cell or hit the gym, which you obviously need to do. Your arms look like string beans if I'm being honest here." Neymar tucked his arms behind him out of self-consciousness as they reached the meal room.
"Then we have dinner and lights out shortly after." Luis finished.
Luis directed Neymar to follow Digne while he and Umtiti fetched their meals.
"Sit here." Digne spoke suddenly and Neymar could only stare in surprise at hearing his voice.
Trying to guess what someone sounded like before they actually spoke was something Neymar had always enjoyed doing. Why? He wasn't sure, but he was always surprised by the voices he heard.
"O-Okay." Neymar plopped down heavily but instantly regretted it as his back screamed at him.
When Luis returned with his tray, Neymar mentally gagged and knew he would have a hard time getting used to the food here.
"Don't worry! It's only killed a handful of people." Umtiti smiled sarcastically as he noticed Neymar's expression.
Great.
The food seemed to ooze and bubble, but it wasn't even warm, so Neymar knew it wasn't made with organic or fresh material. His stomach churned as his tongue touched the first spoonful of his mushed oatmeal. The urge to vomit nagged at him and it took everything in him not to spit his oatmeal all over a seemingly suspecting Luis.
"I-I think I'll pass on the food for now." Neymar pressed his tray forward and dropped his hands to his lap, forcing himself to keep his eyes downcast.
"Lunch and Dinner are no better." Luis chuckled but kept quiet after that.
Sometime between Neymar's near vomiting experience and Luis telling him it was time to go, Neymar had learned a bit about the people who surrounded him.
A man who others referred to as Isco, seemed to think he was somehow above everyone else here. It was funny to Neymar because he could see right through the act. Temptation almost caused Neymar to laugh out loudly as Isco declared he was one of the most powerful in the prison. Just by the way he sat, with a hunched back and his hands clasped together, Neymar knew that was a lie.
He had also learned that there was a group of people referred to as Los Blancos. Who the leader was; Neymar couldn't seem to figure out. No one of the group ever mentioned his name. Although he lacked that information, he did hear of a slight rivalry with Las Blaugranas. Neymar couldn't seem to piece who they were quite yet, but he knew it was a matter of time before he came across one of them. To say he wasn't looking forward to that moment was an understatement.
Words like unforgiving, heartless, and killers were used to describe and talk about Las Blaugranas. The chosen adjectives sparked a sort of fear in Neymar's veins.
"Guess it's time to meet the boss, kid." Luis spoke as they continued to walk down the crowded halls.
Neymar grew extremely anxious to come face-to-face with this supposedly stone-cold killer who lived his prison life surrounded by his men. Neymar could only think of everything that *would* go wrong without a doubt, because when Neymar was nervous, he acted out. You could say he had a death wish.
As they began to approach a guarded cell, their steps slowed. The two men stationed out front glanced towards the group before the man with a bald head nodded slightly.
"We could take care of it during the roaming period. We'll have a 5 minute window when the guards switch out." Neymar stepped one foot into the cell when he was pulled back by the bald man.
"And who are you?" Neymar's throat seemed to dry as Luis didn't bother to turn around and help him.
"I-I..." The bald man's fists tightened in Neymar's shirt when he hesitated.
"Suarez. Who the hell is he?"
"Calm down Masche. Neymar is a bit skittish. Don't scare him anymore than he already is." Mascherano's eyes seemed to travel to a man situated on the window sill. Neymar had learned his name was Messi, or at least that's what everyone called him. Whether or not that was his actual name, Neymar didn't know.
Messi's eyes seemed to be enough for Masche to roughly shove him through the door.
"Who got him?" Another man in a dirty white tank and orange bottoms asked Luis.
"Who the fuck do you think?" Luis bit as if it were obvious.
"And let me guess... you tried to fight back right?" The question was this time directed at Neymar.
It seemed that every pair of eyes were on him except for Messi's. The file in his lap had obviously posed as more appealing.
"Y-Yes." Neymar dropped his head, feeling anxious with all the looks he was receiving.
"Well, Neymar, let me give you a small piece of advice. Next time a guard tries to 'feel you up', and I can assure you it will happen again because you fought back, I wouldn't recommend retaliating. I'm surprised you're not in solitary right now." Neymar gulped and squeezed his fist tighter to keep from doing something he might regret, though it didn't seem to work.
"I'd rather be beat to death or thrown in solitary, than let some fucking guard touch me when I tell him 'no'. I will not be taken against my will." Neymar spoke lowly, refusing to make eye contact with anyone.
The silence that spread through the room seemed to eat at Neymar's bruised, and burning skin. Suddenly a light chuckle broke the silence and drew Neymar's attention.
"It's funny you actually believe you have a choice." The same man laughed a bit more.
Neymar froze as he thought about the previous night. How he was held down. How his pleas were ignored. How he *truly* believed he was going to wake up bloodied and broken on the floor for other reasons than he did. It caused a shiver to run up his back as he thought about the beating he'd received. He hated to admit it, but he'd endured much worse with his drunken father. The guard's beating was nothing compared to those which he had gotten before he was arrested.
Neymar had been so lost in his thoughts, he hadn't realized that Messi had asked him a question.
"What?" Neymar asked confused. Apparently questioning Messi or making him repeat himself was suicide. Luis looked as if he was preparing for Neymar's death and the man who had laughed was also taken back.
Messi hopped down from his spot on the sill and landed on the floor with a thump. His small legs carried him as he shuffled across the room towards Neymar. His pace was so agonizingly slow, Neymar almost screamed. The room had once again grown dead silent as anticipation roamed through everyone. Neymar damned himself for getting so easily distracted.
When Leo's steps halted right in front of Neymar, he stared into Neymar's eyes. Now, Neymar was never good at reading people, especially people like Messi, who were obviously very guarded and secretive.
"I asked, 'do you know who I am?'" Messi spoke in monotone.
"Uh, n-no." Neymar went to drop his head again, but Messi's fingers gripped his chin roughly and held him in place.
"I'm Lionel Messi. Leader of Las Blaugranas. You could say my group runs this prison. Why should you be allowed to join us?" Lionel didn't bother to beat around the bush.
Neymar could've sworn his heart stopped as 'Blaugranas' slipped from Messi's chapped lips. He'd recalled the words others in the cafeteria had used to describe them; none of them nice.
"I-I don't know." What did Lionel expect? How was Neymar supposed to know if he was fit to be in the group? He didn't even know what they did! All he knew was that they were cold hearted and serious about their business, whatever that was.
"Hmm..." Lionel dropped Neymar's chin to tap his own.
He turned his back without another word and made his way back to the window sill, taking his original seat before continuing with the file he had been reading before.
"Come sit, Neymar." Luis called from a single bed situated against the plain wall.
Neymar assumed the bed was Leo's very own and hesitated slightly before making his way over. Luis's back was pressed to the wall, so Neymar did the same.
After that, only light speech filled the room as Lionel and the man from before discussed over some papers from the file.
Neymar felt his eyes begin to droop as his breathing turned lighter. The previous night had Neymar in extreme pain; unable to catch much sleep, and now his exhaustion was catching up to him.
"Luis. Go fetch Griezmann for me." Luis didn't say a word; he simply shuffled off the bed and left silently.
Neymar would have been scared to be left on his own with these frightening men had he not been nearly passed out.
"You're just gonna let the scrub sleep?" The same man from earlier spoke.
"Kun, that's enough." Lionel spoke with finality.
Neymar didn't know how much time had passed before he was shaken awake by Luis.
"It's time to go visit Pep." Luis spoke softly with a hint of a smile on his lips.
Pep was the man who would give Neymar his job; he remembered that from breakfast.
"Put him in the washroom." Leo spoke without looking up.
"Alright." Luis replied and lead Neymar down the hallway.
This time Digne and Umtiti stayed behind in Messi's cell and it was only Luis and Neymar going to visit Pep.
"Who is Pep? I mean other than the man who assigns jobs." Neymar asked lowly as if he was afraid of being overheard and cornered for asking about another person.
"Pep... Pep is Pep. I know that probably doesn't make any sense, but he doesn't really fit in any specific description. Yes, he hands out jobs to newcomers such as yourself, but he is also a guard. Pep is what we like to call an easily persuaded guard. If you offer him anything of value well, he can get you what you need. I'd almost consider him family really. Him and Messi are rather close as well. From what I've gathered, they knew each other from a local footballing club in Messi's hometown, Rosario. Though they're many years apart in age." Luis silenced himself as they turned a corner and stopped at an old, wooden door that was practically hanging off its hinges. Two knocks was all it took for a voice to come from the other side.
"Come in."
"Hola Pep. We've got someone new. Needs a job. Messi wants him in the washroom with Digne." Luis started as soon as the door opened.
"Alright. I'll put him in. Anything else Messi needs?" Pep questioned as he typed on his old desktop.
"The usual by Friday. He's already briefed Griezmann this afternoon." Luis was talking cryptically.
"It'll be here." Pep confirmed.
That seemed to be all Luis needed to hear before he pivoted on his heel and exited the room.
"Thank you." Neymar spoke before turning to follow.
The hallways seemed to be filling once more as pointless chatter floated through the atmosphere. When Luis didn't turn down the hallway to Messi's cell, Neymar grew confused.
"Where are we going?" He asked.
"The washroom. It's time for work. Did you think you could just nap around in Leo's bed all day?" Luis questioned with a chuckle.
For some reason Neymar's cheeks flamed red as he stuttered a quick reply.
"N-No!" Luis just chuckled once more and made his way down a set of stairs.
"So kid. This is the washroom. It's better if you stay in the front row where the camera is. Don't go in the back alone. Anyways, all you have to do is take the clothes from those washers to those dryers and start them. Then fold the ones you take out of the dryers. It's as simple as addition." Neymar nodded and progressed towards the first washer he saw.
Time seemed to drag on as Neymar's shaky legs carried him back and forth. The regret of not forcing down his breakfast was eating at him. The towels in his arms seemed to weigh a ton, and his forehead was breaking a sweat. Even though he was hungry and in pain, he'd adapted a flow of laundry to dryer, clothes in the dryer to the cart, dirty clothes from cart into washer, start washer, fold other clothes. His determination to not slow the rhythm was the only thing keeping him from stopping and taking a break.
"Neymar. It's time to head back to Messi's cell and get ready for lunch." Digne informed Neymar as he finished folding his last sheet.
"Yeah okay... Just let me finish folding these clothes." Digne nodded and exited the room.
Neymar's heart picked up its pace as Digne walked away.
'Why would he leave him alone?'
Neymar's fingers gripped at the seams even faster as he tried his best to finish his load and leave before someone else came in and realized he was alone.
"Where's your friend?" Neymar jumped at least five feet into the air and grabbed at his chest when a husky voice came from the doorway.
"Um..." Neymar didn't know what to say.
Should he lie to this well-built, sharp looking inmate? What would the consequence be if he was caught in the lie? What were this man's intentions with Neymar?
"Oh. How rude of me! My name is Carvajal. Or just Dani. Which ever you might prefer." His voice dropped a few octaves as he finished out his sentence.
"Well Dani, I need to be leaving now." Neymar's voice squeaked slightly as he moved to step around Dani and exit the suddenly hot room, but Dani had other plans.
"Oh why so soon? I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you're supposed to finish folding before you leave. And from the looks of it there is still a cart of clothes back in the second row. You might want to grab them and I'll help you fold." Dani's smile tried to portray innocence, but Neymar could see the dangerous intent behind it. The look couldn't fool him, that was also something he'd learned the true meaning of from his Father.
"I'm sorry Dani but I really have to get going. Luis will be expecting me." Neymar was practically pleading.
"Come on Neymar. It'll only take a few minutes." Neymar could sense Dani beginning to grow frustrated and impatient.
Neymar swallowed thickly as his mind ran all over, trying to find a way to get out of this situation. Luis words played over and over in his head; "Don't go in the back alone."