It was unbelievable. One boy who mistakenly ate a devil fruit turned into such a monumental influence on the world. He saved people's lives, even from themselves. Cast aside people's loneliness and hate, accepted all for who they were and looked out into the world with a pure heart. He was a good man who wanted to be the freest person on the ocean, and was portrayed to be a villain because he was a pirate. He defended himself and his friends, and was labelled a menace. A teenager that wanted to have fun, thrown into countless deadly battles because he wanted to help people.
At the heart of everything, though...
Was the World Government.
Enies Lobby. Impel Down. Marinefort. Mariejois. Doflamingo. The biggest problems came from the ones that the government protected. The Shichibukai, some traitors to their own kind, some simply taking the title to avoid persecution, some legitimate in their purpose. Jimbei, to be precise. So many problems caused by the government, who Giru was taught all his life was the protector of all, enemy of evil. He was taught pirates were to be feared and outcast. That the poor were disgusting, barely human people that made themselves that way by spending money on drugs and hookers and it was their fault for being born poor. Rage seethed at the back of his head, but disgust permeated all the way through. The world government and the Celestial Dragons needed to go. If Luffy could take down these saps by eating a fruit that did nothing but make him rubber, Giru could achieve even more with whatever this Akuma fruit did to him. First, he needed a crew.
No.
First, he needed to get out of his own head. Then out of wherever the Dragons kept slaves. Then, a crew. Giru laid down to sleep as the demon-... as his other half had instructed. As soon as he did, he felt himself drift to sleep.
Giru's eyes fluttered open. He was still in a cell. A cell with seastone bars. Out of his head. He stood up, looking at his body. He was grey, just like the other. He wore similar clothes. He looked behind himself. Tail and tentacles. How was he supposed to move them?
'Easy. Just think of it like flexing your back muscles.'
There was the other one again. Giru looked around for a body to match the voice, but there was none. He scratched his head. Was he hearing things?
'No, jackass. I told you, we're part of one whole now. I'm in your head. Now do what I said.'
Giru didn't completely understand, but it was his only way out. He closed his eyes and tightened the muscles in his back, trying to move the six new fleshy limbs. They twitched and shook just a little, but nothing else.
'Hmm. I guess I'll control these for now. Okay, now here's your turn. In two minutes, a guard is going to come down here, strap you to the bottom of a chair, and you'll carry a celestial dragon around wherever they need to go. You can either allow that to happen, or kill the man and make a break for the exit. I know the directions. Now... what do you want?'
Giru had to think on that.
A life of slavery, or the life of a fugitive?
Giru thought of his parents forcing that man to eat their excrement.
The Gray Terminal Fire
His life of luxury at the expense of others... ripped away by those that gave it to him.
Being sold by his parents.
Giru's rage pushed forward to the surface. "Kill him."
As soon as the words left his mouth, a door opened and the familiar sound of classy shoes stepping down marble stairs echoed to Giru. A man in a pressed suit carried a ring of keys appeared from the stairwell. "Evening, Slave #AQB77. You're requested for ride duty again." He said as he began unlocking the door. Before giru could speak, his mouth opened up and his eyes shined bright red, revealing the distorted voice. "Coolio. I get to wear the kneepads, though, right?"
Was... was the other one taking over his body?
"I'm sure there'll be no objections to that." The guard said as the door opened. Why wasn't he scared by the red eyes? Was that... just what happened when the other talked?
"Cool beans. Oh, by the way, You kiss the wife this morning?"
"The dragons saw my wife and wanted her, so she's not my wife anymore. Tch. I don't even think she minded."
Giru's face smiled, but he didn't make it do that. "Niceroni."
The guard was now suspended in the air, held up by the six tentacles that had went from fleshy to steel hard. The man was dropped by the still smiling, red eyed Giru, who started counting off on his fingers, 'Let's see. Heart, stabbed. Both Lungs, pierced. Both kidneys, penetrated, aaaand Liver destroyed. All six tentacles put to good use.'
The eyes returned to their normal state. Giru was in control again. He stood there in shock, gazing at what 'he' just did. But he couldn't gaze for long.
'Well, what're ya waitin' for!? RUN!'
Giru bolted up the stairs.