Diez [Lionel Messi/Cristiano Ronaldo FanFic]

Chapter 1

"Mari, por favor."

"Si?" I respond to my boss as I finish working on stretching Gustavo Cabral's hamstring.

"I need to see you in my office," He tells me as I hear him walk out of the room.

Cabral gives me a pointed look that says, "Oooh you're in trouble with the big man," so in response I push his leg a little further until he yelps and gives in, making me smirk. "Rude," the poor footballer complains while rubbing his leg and hopping off the bed and back to training. I follow him out of the room and go to Eduardo's office.

Knocking on the door, I hear a quiet "Entrar" and walk inside. "You wanted to see me?" I ask as Eduardo is typing on his computer, not even looking up to see who walked in. "Ah, yes, Mari. I wanted to talk to you about your job here." Oh shit. I'm getting fire.

"But sir, I've been doing so well and the players seem to like me and-"

"Mari, I'm not firing you. I'm going to offer you a promotion... of sorts." Eduardo told me calmly, finally looking away from his computer and towards me for the first time since I've entered the room. He looks over his thin glasses while I'm speechless. I've only been here 6 months, why do I deserve a promotion?

"Um, yes, claro que si, I'll take it-" I start to say until the older man interrupts me.

"Espera, there is a catch. The promotion isn't here. I was talking to an old colleague at Barcelona. Ramon Canal? Have you heard of him?" After I shake my head in response, he continues. "No? Oh, well he is Barça's Chief Medical Officer. Barcelona is going to have an opening for a physiotherapist who specializes in muscle strains. I recommended you for the job and they're holding the position for you pending an interview." Wow. Barcelona is one of the biggest football clubs in the world and Celta Vigo is one of the most unknown. Eduardo takes my silence as an opportunity to speak and goes on.

"Now, I realize you will be farther away from your mother and siblings and from Portugal, pero, I believe it would be a great chance to develop into a more mature physiotherapist and lets be honest, to a better club." He says sighing at the end. 

"When's the interview?" I respond smiling. He responds saying its next Friday and that I have the weekend off for it. 

-

"Mama, guess what," I ask my mamãe as soon as she picks up her phone.

"O que, meu amor?" She asks, chuckling at my childish antics of making her guess.

"I have an interview for a promotion at Barcelona," I respond to her smiling as I pet my cat, Gato.

I can hear her sigh on the other end of the phone. "Marisol... Cristiano will not be happy about this. Por que não Madrid? Aye, Barcelona is so far away, I will never be able to see you."

"Mama, por favor. You know if I could, I would go to Madrid to be with Cris. Madrid isn't hiring. I'll handle Cristiano, I'm sure he'll understand it is a better opportunity for me. Far away? Cris moved to Manchester for 6 years when he was only 18 and you want to make me feel bad about moving? Of course I will miss you, mama, but please, I will visit all the time and come visit you when you go to see Cris." I tell her, as if I had to ask her for permission to get the job.

"Aye, I hated when you moved to Vigo, at least you will be getting a promotion. Fino, mas you tell Cristiano." And with that my mother hung up on me. She sounded happy about me getting a promotion. 

Not. 

-

"Ugh.." I groan as I think of talking to my brother. He's the sibling I'm closest too, and he's also very protective and won't be happy about Barcelona because well.. they're Barcelona. Sworn enemies of Real Madrid. They own Lionel Messi. Sworn enemy of my brother. Yeah, on second thought, he won't be happy at all. It's best if he hears it from me and not Mamãe. Its only 9 o'clock, which is still early enough to call Cristiano, but hopefully I won't wake up Cristianinho.

"Olá?" I hear a little boy ask, making me smile.

"Olá menino, how are you?" I ask my nephew, who I'm surprised is still awake.

"Tia! Guess what! Papa said I could get a puppy! When will you visit?" Cristianinho asks innocently.

"A puppy? Wow, baby, thats awesome! Do you know what you want to name it? Hopefully I can come up next weekend, meu amor." I respond.

"Cristiano! Who are you talking to?!" My darling older brother yells at Junior in the background. "Tia Mari." He answers back, and then the phone shuffles around until I hear Cris' voice.

"Marisol?"

"Olá, irmão mais velho. How's everything?"

Cris chuckles on the other side, "I'm sure you know since you work at Celta, now. Just scoring some goals, winning some games. Same old, same old. E você?"

"Nothing, just wondering if I could come visit my favorite brother next weekend?" I ask, while at the same time chickening out on telling him about the Barcelona job. I'll tell him then, if I get the job. It's better to anger him once I have the job instead of just "I might get the job," right?

"Sim, yes, of course. Come over whenever you want. When do you want to come?" He asks.

"Next Friday? I'll leave Sunday night." I respond knowing good and well what he'll ask next.

"Adriana will be here all day with Junior and I'll get home around 5. You'll be here Saturday for the game... you're coming right?" my older brother asks excitedly. 

"Depends on who you're playing." I reply sarcastically, as if I'd miss a chance to go to his game. The only other opportunities I get to see him play is usually when he plays internationals or Celta Vigo. 

"Malaga. Por favor?" Cris begs.

"Of course I'll go, can I bring Junior?" I ask hopefully. It isn't really that fun to go to games alone and I want to spend some time with my nephew.

"Sim, I'll give Adriana the day off. Shit, it's past his bedtime, I gotta go irmã, te amo."

"Te amo." I tell Cris as I hear the beep of him hang up.

-

"Congratulations, Ms. Aviero, Barcelona would love to have you with us." Dr. Canal tells me, extending his hand to shake. I take it graciously, "Thank you so much for this wonderful opportunity, señor. You have no idea how excited I am to start here. Gracias." The older gentlemen smiles at me and asks when I can start. 

A/N: First chapter done! Sorry if it's a bit boring or felt rushed... I didn't really know how to start the story off. Also, if anyone has any better translations for Portuguese, please let me know! I'm only going off google translate.  

Also, the dates/seasons and players might not match up but I mostly used the most recent season for players but since the world cup is in my story and was before that season they might not match up, sorry.