Football One Shots

Neymessi (Different AU)

Neymar had grown quite used to the treatment he received from the other maids who worked in the large mansion, so when he found himself with yet another bruise upon his cheek and a dull stab to his heart, Neymar couldn't find himself to feel surprised.
Misfit.
That's what he had been titled when he first arrived after being rescued from the slums of the inner city. At first he believed his life was finally looking up, that his struggles weren't for nothing, but then he met the purebreds. The maids and servants whose parents had also served the sacred Messi family for generations upon generations. To everyone else working in the mansion, Neymar carried a filthy name with him. A name which did not belong to anyone of importance, and a name that never would belong to anyone of importance, and Neymar, well he believed it.
So, as his thinning fingers tapped lightly on the door, no more than twice in fear of disturbing his master, he kept his eyes to the floor.
"Never make eye contact with your master unless directed to do so. If you break this rule, there will be a punishment, if not from your master than from me."
Neymar never forgot the etiquette he had been trained to obey and follow to the T. Life had still treated him like shit, but Neymar would much rather be in the mansion than back on the streets wondering where his next meal would come from. Despite living in the mansion, where everything was ready and available for him in an abundance, he never took more than necessary. Not at dinner, even on the nights when he felt extremely starved from a long day on his feet, not during wash-up, he refused to take longer than three minutes in the shower and only allowed himself to use lukewarm water. He'd lived the life of lesser before and he wouldn't take for granted what he had now, he wouldn't allow himself to, even with all the temptation to warm the water, to stay there longer, to take an extra helping at dinner.
"Come in." The same steady voice that Neymar was a victim to everyday, permitted him access.
"Your meal sir." Neymar made sure to tuck his head down a bit more than usual today.
With steady hands, the tray was placed on the desk of Master Lionel and his food was smoothly dished out to him. It was the same, basic meal every morning. Two eggs over easy, two slices of wheat toast with butter, apple slices, and a glass of water.
"Anything else for you sir?" Neymar asked the same thing everyday as he bowed to his Master, yet Lionel's reply never altered.
"No."
Neymar knew that was usually his queue to leave, so he bowed once before pivoting on his slightly heeled dress shoes, and made his way to the door.
"What happened to your face?" Neymar froze as his mind seemed to refuse to process Lionel's words.
"I-I'm sorry sir?" Neymar heard him, but he had to make sure he truly heard him. Lionel never said more than a few words to the maids, especially Neymar, so this stunned him.
"Why is there a bruise on your cheek?" Lionel's eyes seemed to burn into Neymar's cheek as Neymar stood with his head down.
"Oh. It was nothing sir. I really should be going now." If Neymar took longer than five minutes to get back to the kitchen, he'd receive a penalty from the other maids, usually another knock to his body.
"Come here." Lionel left no room for any argument, and Neymar knew he couldn't refuse his master, it was unheard of in the mansion. If Lionel wanted something, he got it. Neymar believed the man had never heard the word 'No' before.
"Sir..." Neymar chanced another look to the door before sighing softly and carrying himself forward in obedience.
The ticking of the clock that hung from the grey wall seemed to count the seconds away as Neymar grew nervous.
3 minutes and 47 seconds. He'd been up here for nearly four minutes. That left barely a minute to make his way back to the kitchen.
"Who did this?" Neymar wasn't a snitch. If there had been one thing he learned on the streets, it's that one should never snitch, especially if they're likely to receive a punishment or a penalty for it. Neymar knew that Lionel does not accept violence among his maids and servants, yet Neymar was too afraid to tell him about the multiple incidents that have occurred.
"I..."
Lying wasn't something Neymar liked doing, especially to the man that had done so much for him, but he couldn't tell him the truth.
"I said some nasty things to one of the maids and she slapped me. It was completely my fault sir. It won't happen again." That wasn't the whole truth, but it wasn't a complete lie either, so Neymar didn't feel too guilty about it.
"I want the truth." Neymar's tongue seemed to shrivel up in his mouth.
As he opened his mouth to speak, a pair of knocks came from the door.
"Come in."
"I'm sorry to bother sir. I was becoming worried when Neymar hadn't come back. My apologies that he's being a problem." Neymar flinched when Juanfran gripped his shoulder and began to pull him to the door.
Whether it was because Lionel actually wanted to continue talking to Neymar, or because the fear Neymar felt was etched on his face, Neymar didn't know, but he found himself feeling grateful and relieved when Lionel opened his mouth again.
"No. Leave him here." That was all he gave, but it was enough to cause Juanfran to halt.
"But sir... he has chores to tend to." As Juanfran spoke his grip only tightened on Neymar.
"What did I say?" Lionel's eyes grew a tad darker as he turned his eye from Neymar to the disobedient Juanfran.
"Yes sir." He bowed once before letting go of Neymar reluctantly and leaving.
"So is that the woman you insulted?" Lionel seemed to carry a hint of playfulness in his words as he spoke before taking a bite of his toast.
"Yeah... something like that." Neymar dropped his head and played with his shaking fingers.
"Come. Sit here." Lionel gestured to the open side of the bench beside him.
"Oh. No thank you sir." Lionel gave Neymar one look which seemed be enough to force Neymar's legs into action.
The bench was padded so when Neymar sat down, he sunk slightly.
"So Neymar... how long have they treated you like this?"
Wow.
"Uh... since I got here really. But it's not too bad. What happened to me on the streets was much worse, so I'll just consider this an upgrade." Neymar put on his best half smile and nodded as his fingers caught his interest once more.
"Do you not know my rules?" Lionel's expression grew harder, forcing Neymar to drop his half-smile.
"I'm s-sorry?"
"I do not tolerate that kind of misbehavior from my maids, but even more so, I do not tolerate my maids keeping misconduct secret. That in itself is misconduct. So, I'm sorry, but you'll have to be punished." Neymar was shocked at first, both because that was the most he'd ever heard Lionel say and because he didn't expect to ever feel the wrath of Lionel Messi.
Words had always floated around among the others of how cruel Lionel could be when he punished others, but Neymar never had to wonder what happened because he never planned to break any of Lionel's rules and find out for himself.
"W-what?" Neymar eyes grew as his hands shook slightly.
"I'm sorry but you've left me no choice." Lionel stood from his spot beside Neymar and walked towards his closet, which was the size of the Maids' Quarters practically.
What had Neymar gotten himself into? As he sat on the bench he felt his whole body shaking, his pores producing a nervous sweat, and his breath becoming light. It wasn't until Lionel stood before him that Neymar realized he'd felt like fainting.
"Are you alright?" Lionel dropped to a crouch so he could glance into Neymar's distant eyes.
"I'm sorry sir. I'll never do it again. Please." Neymar tried to reason his way out of his surely cruel punishment, but he knew it was no use.
"You know the rules Neymar. Now here. Go change." Neymar found a pair of sweatpants and a plain, black t-shirt in his grasp when he looked downward.
Confusion filled Neymar's body as he simply stared at the pile and back at Leo, who was looking at him with his usual blank expression.
"Did I stutter?" Neymar was quick to jump to action after those words left Leo's lips.
"Sorry sir."
When Neymar came back out in his new outfit, he felt more relaxed and less timid around Leo, despite the older's stare.
"Uh... Sir. Where would you like me to put my other clothing?" Neymar held the small pile in his arms, practically cradling the articles.
"In my hamper is fine. And stop calling me sir. Leo is fine." Leo didn't spare Neymar another look as he made his way back to his king-sized bed.
"Yes sir... L-Leo." The name that fell from Neymar's mouth seemed to send a chill up Leo's spine.
"Much better. Come." Leo pointed to the open space next to him on the bed.
Throughout his life, men only wanted one thing from Neymar, but he had never been willing to give it up. Instead, Neymar endured hours of pain and torture for his refusal. It was a never ending cycle and the worst part was that Neymar had no one to turn to, because who cares about a bum off the street? But when Neymar hesitated slightly, he wanted to scold himself for the disrespect he'd shown Lionel.
"What do you want to watch?"
When the bed practically swallowed Neymar, he managed to speak.
"Anything is fine."
Well Neymar regretted his choice in reply 20 minutes later when he found himself watching an old black and white film with annoying subtitles that came across the screen in English. Every few minutes Leo would chuckle or huff, but Neymar just couldn't keep his attention on the boring film, no matter how interesting Leo's reactions made it seem, Neymar wasn't seeing it.
Neymar's eyes drooped and his head lulled but he refused to allow himself to sleep. Sleeping in the presence of his master was considered rude and defiant even. So, Neymar kept his eyes peeled to the black and white, grainy television.
Until he found himself shaken awake by one of the servants who'd entered the room, his favorite servant of them all...
"What the hell are you doing?" Juanfran pulled back the duvet Neymar had somehow been tucked under, and pulled Neymar from the bed.
Not aware of his surroundings completely as he was still groggy and tired, Neymar found himself on the hardwood floor of Master Lionel's room.
Leo was no where to be seen and as Neymar realized that, his heart seemed to drop into his stomach. Juanfran was known to dish out the cruel punishments to the other servants and maids, and telling from the grip the man had on Neymar, the punishment was going to be extra cruel.
"I hope you enjoyed your beauty sleep princess. You're in for it."
"W-where's Leo?" Neymar hadn't thought twice about saying Lionel's nickname, but Juanfran was in utter disbelief.
A hard slap across his already battered skin, turned Neymar's head sideways, temporarily blinding him with pain.
"You will never address Master Lionel like that again! The disrespect! You just wait Neymar." Juanfran looked almost excited as he dragged Neymar through the Servants' corridor and towards the closet at the end of the hall.
"No. Juanfran. I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Please. Please. Please. I'll do anything." Neymar had struggled against the tightened hold on his wrist as Juanfran's other hand wrapped around the closet door's handle.
"Juanfran no!" Neymar cried, literally, he felt himself falling into hysterics as he kicked and screamed.
"Shut it!" Another slap landed on Neymar's check and this time it knocked him limp to the floor.
"You have pushed beyond your limits. You will receive the maximum punishment of three days." With that, Juanfran slammed and locked the door before his footsteps began to fade down the hallway.
The punishment Neymar received was the worst possible punishment in the mansion from Juanfran or any of the head servants or maids. Throughout his time in the closet he received no food, no water, no bathroom breaks, and no visitors. The door stayed locked and the chatter in the halls to a minimum. The first day Neymar had felt strong, felt like he'd be alright, but when the next day came around, he begged for anyone to help him. By the time the third morning came, Neymar weakly cried as his body shook uncontrollably.
"Where is he?" Neymar faintly heard Lionel's soothing voice from down the hall, but at that point Neymar had convinced himself that it was his imagination being too hopeful.
"Where!?"
"H-he is in the closet. I'm sorry sir. He was being disrespectful towards you. He called you Leo. I had to punish him."
Heavy footsteps approached the door but Neymar paid no attention, more focused on not passing out from the lack of food or water, a hand seemed to lightly grab Neymar.
"Ney?" Lionel whispered in question.
Ney. Neymar liked that. It was new, never used, it didn't hold a demeaning connotation like his actual name. It made him feel... happy.
"I-I'm Sorry Master Lionel." Thats all Neymar could manage as his head lulled to the side and his shaky breaths spilled from his purple lips.
"Get the doctor!" Lionel shouted as he scooped Neymar up and set off towards his bedroom, not forgetting to make a mental note to find Juanfran later.
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