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030. Possession
Ibiki carefully slides the blade forward, peeling the skin. His face betrays nothing.
The man before him exhales in a tight hiss.
"This can end right now," the interragator comforts, gently pressing the knife into the wound.
The man forces a deep breath, eyes clenched shut beneath the blindfold.
"I'll stop when you answer my question," he clarifies.
Silence.
"Did you have illegal and unnatural relations with Hatake Kakashi?"
The words fall gently from his lips, like balm or poison.
The only response he recieves is the man's slow, slow breathing.
Ibiki removes the blade, carefully smoothing down the small flap of skin he's cut and regards the man before him.
He reaches for his tray and grabs a clean blade.
He wraps his left hand around the other's throat as he positions the knife at the tip of a scar-
-the one that slashes across the man's nose, cheek to cheek.
The pulse screaming under his fingers jars his concentration
He pauses.
"Don't make me do this."
Iruka smiles, and it's not the smile you give to an enemy.
Ibiki's left hand tightens around his throat.
"I'm sorry, Morimono-sama," he rasps, "but you'll have to wrench it out of my corpse, because..."
He trails off as the knife breaks skin. The metal is cold in Ibiki's hand as drags it through the scar tissue, deaf to Iruka's voice, his walls strong once more.
"...it's not my secret to tell."
The words trickle from his lips as slow and quiet as the blood down his chin.