Neymar had never been told before that his mouth would be his demise if he didn't learn to control it, and right about then he had wished someone would have warned him.
"You better shut the fuck up. Don't try to cover for Messi." Unzué snapped towards Neymar angrily, his temper raising impossibly higher.
Neymar knew he should've shut up, shouldn't have cared so much about what would happen to Leo, because Leo could take care of himself. Leo was ten times stronger than Neymar, ten times the man Neymar was. So why was it that Neymar believed he had to save Leo, believed that he owed Leo something.
"That worthless piece of shit deserved to die. I watched with a smile as that bastard's eyes rolled back into his skull, his life slipping from his body, his soul leaving with a one way ticket to hell. I'd do it a thousand times over without regret. He was a fucking asshole who deserved everything he got. It was me you dumb ass." Neymar's face showed thrill and almost scared Luis with how crazy he looked, but Luis didn't know that inside Neymar was punching himself repeatedly in the face and cursing himself for being such a shit head.
"So now your bitches do all your dirty work Messi? I fucking see." Bettoni hissed as Unzué shoved Messi aside and stepped towards Neymar, who looked almost ballistic.
"You're gonna regret everything you've done." Bettoni smiled threateningly.
"Not likely." Neymar laughed dryly before he was pummeled into the ground by a charging Unzué.
Only when he received a blow to the mouth, the same spot as Leo had, did Neymar allow a cry to leave his lips.
"Neymar!" Neymar could hear Leo, and peaked over to see Luis and Masche holding him back.
"That all you've got?" Neymar spit his blood to the side and smiled at Unzué, blood filling his teeth and dripping from his lip.
"Oh no. I have plenty more." Unzué landed three more punches to Neymar's barely recovered face, before moving on to his stomach, landing blow after blow until Neymar was barely hanging on, Bettoni having to force Unzué off of him.
"Ney..." Leo's voice cracked as Neymar was grabbed roughly and dragged from the cell.
"I'm.... I'm ok Leo." Neymar wheezed out, cringing when he heard his voice.
"It wasn't him. He's lying." Leo bit out angrily, masking his own worries and releasing himself from the grips of Luis and Gerard.
"Leo it's fine. I have no problem owning up to what I did. I don't regret it and I won't let you take the fall." Neymar tried to give Leo a reassuring look, but Leo was having none of it.
"Ask Mourinho. He's been with Mourinho the past week, unconscious at that. It couldn't have been him." Unzué didn't appear to be listening as he continued to roughly pull Neymar along, but Bettoni halted, stopping the movement of the other two.
"Then it was you?" He stepped forward once, seeming to finally get Unzué to stop, though he didn't loosen his grip on Neymar, if anything it became tighter.
"No. It was neither of us. You can stop pointing fingers and believing everything you hear. I should go to the warden about your poor course of action." Messi stepped forward to meet Bettoni's skeptical glare.
"Let him go." Lionel gestured to Neymar, who'd begun to whine in pain as Unzué pressed against his bruised body.
"He admitted to the crime. We're taking him." Unzué wasn't going to be easy to convince, everyone could see.
"Convicting him of yet another crime he didn't commit. First his mother's death, and now Allegri's. This is wrong! And you know it Unzué." Luis tried to be the voice of reason.
"This inmate said he did it, so unless he says otherwise, he's going to solitary." Leo's gaze turned to Neymar, who's eyes were glossed over, and gave him an almost pleading look.
"Neymar. Please. Tell him the truth. You won't last a day in there." Leo took a step towards Neymar, but Unzué jerked Neymar back.
"I killed Allegri. It was me. Lionel is just trying to cover for me." Neymar refused to meet Leo's eyes as he dropped his head and allowed Unzué to grip him tighter.
"Well then, there you have it. Now, we're leaving." Bettoni nodded and led the way from the cell, only making it out of the doorway when Marc-André spoke up.
"No. It was me." Unzué halted and turned back to look at Marc-André.
"No, it was me." Iniesta stepped forward.
"I did it." Luis gave Unzué a hard look.
"I killed Allegri." Masche spoke lowly.
"It was me." Gerard smiled sadistically as he looked into Bettoni's eyes.
"What the hell is this?" Unzué grew angry, shoving Neymar forward onto the hard floor.
"You'll have to take all of us I guess. You'll have to file all that paper work, have to make so many statements to the police. Have to testify so many times in court." Lionel smiled, almost looking concerned for Unzué and Bettoni.
"You piece of-"
"Enough Unzué. We're leaving." Bettoni said nothing else as he turned to leave the cell, beyond annoyed with everyone located inside.
"This isn't over Messi." Unzué glared at Leo, then smiled threateningly at Neymar, causing as shiver to run up his spine.
As soon as Unzué and Bettoni we're down the hall, Lionel turned to Neymar.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Leo approached the unmoving Neymar, who had sunk completely to the floor.
"Leo, go easy on him." Luis placed his rough hand on Leo's shoulder.
"I'm so beyond angry with you Neymar. That was stupid of you. If you pull something like that again, you'll go to solitary, we won't help you." Leo knew that was a lie, so did everyone else, but what was he supposed to say to get Neymar to understand how upset he was?
"I'm sorry." Neymar whispered, refusing to look anyone in the eye.
"You frustrate me beyond belief Neymar. You really do." Leo spoke softly as he sighed in defeat and leaned down to lift Neymar from the ground.
"You need to rest now. Iniesta, go get Mourinho please." Neymar said nothing more as he pressed into Leo's chest and listened to his steady heartbeat, allowing it to put him to rest, soothing his worries for the time being.
Silence engulfed the room as Neymar sunk into Leo's mattress and tightly gripped his pillow, feeling his body relax into the mattress and drifting in and out of consciousness. Neymar had no idea where Leo was, but he knew he wouldn't have gone far, not while things were still hot around the prison as Bettoni and Unzué looked for the killer.
"Leo. How is he?" Neymar heard Mourinho enter the room.
"Well considering the fact that he shouldn't have been here in the first place, he is alright." Leo's words seemed to hold a double meaning, a bit of anger directed at Mourinho.
"He has a mind of his own. I told him not to leave, but he kept asking about you. Then he left to go find you. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was fearful and weary of me. He trusts you though." Leo was silent for a moment.
"I've done a lot to earn his trust. It doesn't come easy." Neymar knew what Leo was saying was true. Neymar didn't trust easily, but when he did trust someone, he trusted hard, so if that trust were to be broken, Neymar doesn't know what he would do. So much has gone into his relationship with, not only Leo, but Las Blaugranas. Without them, Neymar would be dead somewhere in his cell or in one of the dimly lit halls of this hell hole of a prison.
"Trust is something that shouldn't be given easily. He's smart to be hesitant." Messi left Mourinho at that, only gesturing to Neymar, who was still in a similar state to that of a rock, mind and body at a disconnect.
"I'll check his temperature and leave his medication for later. As long as everything looks fine, I have no problem with him staying with you for the night, Leo." Messi hummed in agreement as he hovered over a seemingly sweating Neymar.
A cool roller pressed against Neymar's forehead, the temperature contrast being quite great, then a beep sounded.
"Mmm 100... he's running a slight fever, but I can foresee it dissipating by morning light. If not, we will look at other options. These pills should help him sleep through the night." Mourinho bid his farewells before exiting the room and leaving everyone behind in silence.
"The transfer was pushed through. Neymar is good to stay here from now on." Iniesta spoke up from the corner of the still room.
"You all should be getting to work now. Keep your ears open for any word." Lionel was silent then as he made his way into bed beside Neymar.
"Are you sure you don't want me to stay Leo? You need to send the money back home. You know I have no one that needs it. I can watch him." Masche offered just as Leo sat himself down.
"I..." Lionel hesitated.
"There is nothing more you can do for him right now. I won't let anything happen Leo." Masche spoke with great promise, but anyone in the room could sense Leo's hesitance.
"Don't take your eyes off of him. Not for a second." Leo spoke with finality, refusing to allow Neymar to go through anything else in this damned prison.
"I will stay by his side. You'll be back in two hours." Masche helped Leo stand and sent him on his way, along with everyone else, before settling on the window sill, his eyes concentrated on Neymar, studying his sleeping figure.
"I don't know if you're really stupid or really brave, kid. Which ever it is, it's good enough for Leo."
A commotion from down the hall only a half hour later was enough to stir Neymar and put Masche on his toes.
"What's happening?" Neymar felt a panic nip at him as he tried to find Leo.
"Where's Leo?" Neymar inhaled harshly and exhaled in the same manner, a sense of panic spreading through his chest as the yelling got louder.
"Hey. I'm right here. Leo is working. I've got you." Masche placed his hand on the back of Neymar's neck and squeezed comfortingly.
Neymar tried to calm himself, but the noises only grew louder and soon enough Neymar could feel the bed frame shake from the movements in the hall.
"I knew you were a f*cking rat! Can't trust any of you Croatians! I'll kill every last one of you!" Neymar didn't know many people in the prison, but he knew Ronaldo's voice when he heard it.
"Hey! Break it up!" Neymar watched as guards rushed past the room and towards the commotion.
"F*ck off Bettoni!" All Neymar heard was the slam of a body hitting the ground, before everything fell silent. A moment of complete silence, before a round was fired and another body hit the floor.
After one shot came another and another. Neymar found himself curled up, knees to his chest, with his hands pressed against his ears, his breathing uneasy and his body shaking.
"I want Leo." Neymar cried as Masche pulled him up from his fetal position and forced him onto the floor.
"Hush now. Get under the bed." Just as Masche finished speaking, another shot was fired and a herd of prisoners ran past the doorway, one landing in a heap in front of it.
"Hurry Neymar." Masche urged the Brazilian to move.
Finally Neymar snapped out of it and shuffled under the bunk, Masche following after him. Neymar was pressed tightly against the cement wall, barely any room to move, as Masche breathed heavily into his ear.
"I want Leo." Neymar spoke again, but all he got from Masche was a 'hush'.
A steady pace of footsteps passed the cell doorway, only pausing for a moment, before continuing.
Neymar could feel Masche relax against him and let out a deep breath.
"We need to stay here until Leo comes back. That's how we'll know we're safe." Masche reasoned with Neymar's frantic mind.
"I want Leo." Neymar shook slightly, but it was enough for Masche to take in his current state.
"Hey. You're okay. Leo will be back soon and everything will be fine. Trust me."
Trust him.
Neymar convinced himself that he could do that, he could trust Masche. Masche knew what he was talking about. Masche wouldn't let anything happen to Neymar, not like Kun did. Kun. Messi trusted Kun more than anyone, and he turned his back on him. Neymar was hesitant, but he knew Masche wasn't like Kun, Masche didn't do anything without Leo's approval.
"Ok." Neymar spoke airily.
A firm hand found its way to Neymar's shoulder and it somehow eased Neymar a bit more.
Only 10 minutes had passed when a group of footsteps entered the room, stopping in the doorway.
"Where the hell did they go?" Neymar first heard Luis's panicked voice.
Masche made the first move, crawling his way out from under the bunk. Neymar only hesitated for a moment, but when Leo spoke, he shot out from under the bed.
"What the hell happened?" Leo had only just gotten the words out before Neymar's body collided with his and he was wrapped in a vice-like grip.
"Are you okay?" Leo pulled back Neymar's head to look him in the eyes, but all he found were tears.
"Why did you leave?" Leo felt a swell of guilt wash over him as he watched Neymar shake in his arms.
"I'm sorry. It's okay now." Leo pulled Neymar back to his chest and held him tightly.
"Masche?" Leo questioned.
"Cristiano found out about Modrić. He flipped shit and the guards got involved; started shooting up the place. I'm not sure who they tagged but they must have fired at least five rounds." Leo only nodded as he rubbed Neymar's back soothingly.
"This place is going to shit Lionel. Things are too hot right now." Luis spoke under his breath as he scanned down the hall, his head barely sticking past the wall to see.
"I'm not liking any of this. At all."
"Keep your ears and eyes open. Anything could happen." Lionel addressed everyone before moving his hand subconsciously up Neymar's back and into his hair.
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