Chaos.
I could hear it from afar. It seemed to come closer, yet I wanted to remain in my slumber. Chaos was something I was accustomed to but it seemed to be especially noisy today.
As the noise became louder and louder, I wondered whether to give a damn or not. Well, it's not like I'd be able to do anything anyway.
"... He is dead!"
Death was a daily occurrence here. Guess it's nothing to ponder about. I shut my eyes as I continued to float in peace.
"... Orochimaru is dead!"
My eyes shot open. Did I hear that right?
Just another second passed before someone barged into the room I was in and shouted from the top of his lungs:
"Orochimaru is dead! Sasuke Uchiha killed him!"
In an instant, an uproar sprang from the other test subjects as they attempted to break their water tanks in rage. Some of them managed to break free, while others just angrily banged their fists on the glass. I snickered before kicking the glass with my foot.
Once. Twice. Thrice.
The glass finally broke, and the artificially colored blue liquid that detained me poured out. Wiping the slime off my body, I rushed to the lockers on the opposite side of the room, looking for the things that belonged to me. I didn't have much, in fact, all I owned were my clothes and my beloved guitar. I quickly got dressed before entering the corridors of the hideout where test subjects caused havoc, furiously yelling and looking for Sasuke who had killed their "almighty" master.
" Did you see Sasuke?! Tell me!"
"I haven't." I hissed back, continuing my way along the corridors.
I actually felt happy. I hated Orochimaru for everything he had put me through and I didn't understand why everyone else worshiped him. As much as I wanted to make him pay, there was something more important to me and that was to get out of this shit hole and never come back.
"Where is Kabuto?"
"I don't know! He disappeared!"
Kabuto wasn't here either. That only meant no one can stop me from leaving. I was free.
Everyone else was running around aimlessly, with no purpose after Orochimaru has died, but not me. I have a purpose and he stopped me from achieving that.
As much as I wanted to burn everyone alive just to prove that Orochimaru truly didn't give a damn about them, it wasn't worth my time. I had waited so long for this moment.
My steps accelerated as I came closer to the exit and before I knew it- I was outside.
The world was blurry, but colorful. I took a deep breath of the fresh air before spitting on the entrance of the hideout and leaving it behind without another glance.
I gently stroked my guitar. Finally, I could follow my path as a musician. To become a true artist.