I don't know
Iruka, immobilized and terrified, could only look at the ceiling and that great knife hanging like a pendulum by the light that was going towards the ceiling.
The voices around him sounded muffled and unintelligible, increasing anxiety and terror. The cold and the darkness that surrounded him did not help to calm him, making the tears that fell from his face, silenced by a cloth, continue on their way.
Kakashi could only watch with helplessness, guilt, terror and pain in that damn room with a window looking directly at his love with no greater chance of saving him if he didn't play and win that absurd game he was in.
"Answer the questions and you can save your boyfriend."
Said one of the masked men (or women) holding the silver-haired man.
"You answer well and the pendulum will go back. You answer wrong and the pendulum will advance. You do not respond and the pendulum will advance."
Shaking and unable to stop looking at Iruka and that horrible deadly pendulum, he decided to try to respond and get out of there with his boyfriend and never look back.
"O-okay. Now tell me the damn questions."
"Hatake Kakashi, known assassin and government spy, how old were you when you first killed?"
Remembering that day when he was 16 years old and how he met Iruka, he responded with confidence.
"I was 16 years old and I was a homeless man about to abuse Iruka."
Those beings, because he din't know if they were men or women, were silent for a time while the pendulum continued to drop inch after inch.
"You lie! Your first death was when you were 5 years old and you killed your father."
Can not be! The silver-haired one watched in horror as that thing descended further and further towards the black-haired man.
Muffled screams, expanded by the echo, filled Kakashi's heart with the greatest helplessness he had ever felt.
Iruka didn't know what was happening and that terrified him. He only knew that he was in a dark place with a knife advancing towards him.
"Next question. Your boyfriend, how did he get that scar on his face?"
"I don't know. He never told me." With his heart racing, he watched as that knife continued to advance. He suddenly felt like crying.
And the masked person, undeterred, kept asking questions.
While Iruka couldn't stop looking at that knife that he felt getting closer and closer. The cold already penetrated his bones and a feeling of loneliness was installed in his soul.
"Your coach, Minato, had a son. Is that boy dead or alive?"
Increasingly distraught and on the verge of tears, Kakashi replied.
"Dead. He died in the childbirth with his mother."
"Wrong. That boy is still alive being an orphan and studying in another city."
"Iruka, is he just a mere coach or does he have other duties?"
"I don't know."
"The man you killed 3 nights ago, did he have children?"
"I don't know."
But every question they asked him he answered wrongly. Crying he only could see how the cursed pendulum went down and down until it reached Iruka.
He saw how that blade and with the greatest of the edges tore at his fiancé as he listened to the sobs and the muffled pleas only silent when Iruka's life ended with the game that neither of them wanted to play.
The masked pleople withdrew from the scene, leaving only a man mourning the death of his beloved fiancé, a death from which he would never recover.
End.