Football One Shots

Neymessi (AU) pt.2

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Edit 05-15-20: Again just a few small tweaks to the plot. I deleted a small part that I hated!
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Allegri did not assault Neymar that night, not physically anyways. He did however, walk past Ney's cell and clank his baton against the rusted bars, though carried on his way nonetheless. Neymar came to the conclusion that Allegri was playing mind games with him; making Neymar paranoid and fearful of the unknown. When morning came, Neymar hadn't slept a wink. His eyes were bloodshot and the bags under them seemed to weigh down his head. The usual commotion began to build in the halls as the inmates made their way to the early breakfast. Neymar's back was still to the door, as it had been since he hit the mattress, and his eyes didn't leave the deep blemish he'd found in the wall.
"Ney?" Luis walked in at a steady pace, watching Neymar with caution; trying to find any sign of struggle.
"Neymar." Luis placed a firm hand on Neymar's stiff shoulder, causing Neymar to jump up in panic.
"No!" Neymar curled in on himself trying to protect his already battered skin.
"Ney, it's me." Neymar peeked up at Luis with recognition.
"Oh thank God." Ney sighed as his heart continued to pound inside his tightened chest.
"Are you alright? You look exhausted Ney." Neymar could only nod his pounding head slightly.
"I didn't get any sleep. I'm paranoid and scared as hell." Neymar mumbled.
"Well you can sleep in Messi's cell again after breakfast. There's no works today. A 'gift' on Sundays." Neymar turned sour at the mention of Lionel but rejoiced internally at not having to do laundry.
"He should've done something. He's powerful. He should've helped me, instead he watched as you took me away to my cell." Neymar knew he had no right to be upset with Leo, but he needed someone to blame, and Leo seemed to make the perfect scapegoat.
"Ney, you know he couldn't do anything." Neymar looked away from Luis.
"I know..." Neymar whispered so quietly, Luis almost missed it.
"Come on then. Let's head to breakfast."
With a bit of help from Luis, Neymar got to his feet and they made their way to the crowded cafeteria.
"You really do look like shit Neymar." Luis spoke lowly to keep his words between the two.
"Thanks Luis." Neymar grumbled.
The halls seemed to be running thin with people, seeing as everyone was either sleeping or choking down the stuff they called food here. Neymar was grateful for the space to breathe. He tried his best to keep his worries at bay when he reached the entry way of the cafeteria. His eyes instantly found Leo and the other Blaugranas. With legs on autopilot, he found himself approaching the table. Whether Luis was with him or not Neymar didn't know. It seemed that every meal, Luis was to fetch both his own and Neymar's trays. Though he found it weird, he never dared question Messi about it.
No one from the table saw Neymar as he advanced towards the them.
"Inmate. Hold up." Neymar froze mid-step when the voice, the very one that kept him on his toes since he'd arrived, called him. It was as if time slowed and Neymar's body detached from his mind. Thoughts ran through his mind a mile a minute, but they all came to a halt when he was grabbed on the shoulder and spun around towards Allegri.
Neymar's skin began clamming up and his heart was racing in his chest.
"I'm going to need you to come with me." Allegri's hand reached down towards Neymar's arm, but he didn't grab him, he couldn't, because Neymar was pulled back and pushed behind Las Blaugranas. Leo stood in the front of them and stared Allegri down with stone cold eyes.
"He will not be going anywhere with you." Masche spoke from beside Messi with finality.
"He doesn't have a choice." Allegri attempted to make an advance towards Neymar, but Kun stepped to the other side of Leo, blocking his way.
"It would be a shame to see you fired for misconduct." Kun spoke lowly.
"What are you on about inmate?" Allegri bit lowly.
"I think we all know plenty well what 'I'm on about' sir. Maybe the Warden should know as well." Kun practically spit.
The air flowed with nothing but silence for what seemed like an eternity, before Allegri spit back.
"I'll catch up with him later." Allegri nodded with a scowl and turned to leave.
"Well that was fun." Kun spoke dryly as he made his way back to his seat.
Las Blaugranas seemed to follow suit, save for the stunned Neymar, who was practically dragged back by Umtiti.
Neymar plopped down and stared silently at his fingers as he pulled dirt from under his untrimmed nails. Old habits seemed to die hard for Neymar, especially when it came to coping with his anxiety.
"Here you go Ney." Luis placed down the same slop as the day before in front of Neymar.
"Thanks Luis." Neymar whispered hoarsely.
Neymar forced himself to choke down his apple sauce and managed a few bites of his bland oatmeal before he pushed his tray forward.
"Neymar. You need to eat more." Leo spoke.
"I'm not hungry."
"Bullshit. You barely ate yesterday. Eat Ney." Luis didn't leave any room for argument.
Neymar shoveled in the rest of his oatmeal and ate a few bites from his over-cooked sausage patty.
"Good!" Luis exclaimed with an overly happy smile. Neymar felt like a dog being praised.
Leo stood and so did everyone else. It was as if they were minions under his command, heck, that's because they were. The group left in a tight clump, Leo at the center as usual, and Neymar right behind him.
The walk to Leo's cell was short and as soon as they entered the room, Neymar crawled into Leo's bed and buried his aching body under the covers.
Yes, he was mad at Leo. And yes, he had no reason to be, but he was so mad, so upset, so scared. He needed someone to blame his troubles on, and Leo seemed the most suitable for his anger.
Neymar closed his eyes, but couldn't seem to fall asleep. Every noise he heard, his heart would begin to pound and his palms would sweat. The exhaustion built up inside him turned into a migraine.
"Head out to the courts. Except you two, Vidal and Gomes, stay by the doorway." Neymar could hear the shuffle of feet leaving the room and silent mumbles among the group.
Papers were shuffled and stuffed into Leo's desk before he made his way to his occupied bed.
"Ney. Move over." Leo didn't have to say it again for Neymar to comply.
"I'm sorry for last night." Leo mumbled tiredly to Neymar, who was still buried under the blankets.
"I'm sorry too." Neymar sighed exhaustedly.
Lionel didn't need to reply for Neymar to know Leo had no clue why Ney had said sorry too, but Leo didn't question him.
With Leo's presence to his backside, Neymar sunk further into the mattress and finally allowed himself to drift off to sleep.
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Neymar woke up to his hands fisted in Leo's shirt once again. The breaths that left Leo's slightly parted lips brought Neymar comfort. The temperature in the room was cool enough to keep Neymar from sweating, which he was very thankful for. Neymar's lids were lighter than earlier, but now he was groggy.
Having Leo beside him made his chest feel lighter and eased his racing mind, but he could still feel his heart burning inside. With Leo's scent filling his lungs, Neymar was able to forget all of his problems and focus on the good. This mindset swayed Neymar to sleep once more.
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"Oh man he's got a death grip on you Leo." Luis's chuckles broke through Neymar's unconsciousness.
"You'd think he would've woken up by now with all this prying I'm doing." Luis grunted as he gripped Neymar's fist once more.
In his half-asleep state, Neymar whined in annoyance.
Luis stopped mid-pull and stared at Ney.
"Neymar, Leo needs to get up." Neymar didn't reply, still asleep.
"Ney?" Luis called.
"Luis, I've got him." Luis nodded, giving Neymar a once over, before walking away to sit on the desk.
Leo's hands moved upward to grip at Neymar.
"Ney, it's time to get up." Leo spoke directly into Neymar's ear this time.
A clenched fist reached upward to rub Neymar's eye as a yawn escaped his chapped lips. He laid still for a few more moments, waiting for his mind to start processing.
"What time is it?" Neymar asked obliviously.
"Almost noon." Luis called from his spot on the rusted desk.
That would mean Neymar had slept close to 7 hours with Leo. Realization dawned upon him...
"Oh no! I missed my work!" Neymar dove over Leo and onto the cement floor of Leo's cell.
"Ney it's fine. Word has it laundry was slow today." Luis informed a still worried Neymar.
"Are you sure? I can work over lunch and rest period." Neymar was about to exit out of the room when Kun and the rest of Las Blaugranas entered through the doorway, effectively pushing Neymar back.
"And look who finally decided to get off his lazy ass." Kun joked dryly.
"Kun." Leo spoke lowly.
"Alright, alright." Kun stuck his hands up in mock surrender.
"After lunch we will be heading to the showers." Leo stated as he stood from the bed, stretching himself slightly.
"Do I smell or something?" Neymar asked in all seriousness.
A heavenly sound made its way from Leo's mouth at Neymar's statement. It lasted but a second, though it replayed through Neymar's mind repeatedly. Neymar dared call it a chuckle. It must not have been a common sound, Neymar assumed, based on the looks everyone else were sporting.
"No Ney, but you will if you don't get a shower." Leo sounded as if he were speaking to a child.
"Oh ok." Neymar spoke absentmindedly as he continued to think about Leo's chuckle.