The top of the stairs led to a giant metal door, sealed by an equally giant lock. Giru tried pushing against it, but no luck. One of the tentacles tapped his shoulder, and a second one rising to show a ring of keys snagged on the conical spike. "Looking for something?" Akuma teased, spinning the keys on the spike. Giru took them and unlocked the door.

Outside of the door was an immaculate garden, the bright green grass trimmed to perfection. A moving crystal sidewalk twisted and curved through the garden, obviously meant for the Celestial Dragons to walk on. Some of the shrubbery was cut into the shapes of dragons, some were cut into actual world nobles. Giru couldn't take the time to admire it, though. Directed by the other, Giru ran directly across the crystal sidewalk, which immediately alerted the 3 nearby guards. Each of them raised a rifle, taking no time to warn or threaten Giru as they pulled the trigger. Giru shut his eyes in anticipation of the pain, but there was none. There was only a slight pinch on two of his new tentacles as they blocked the bullets. "I TOLD YOU TO WORK ON YOUR QUICKFIRE, HENRY!" taunted the other as Giru leaped over a shrub literally cut into the shape of a 500,000 Beli. His muscle capacity was light, but maybe the other had done some strenuous activity as a slave, because Giru wasn't the slightest bit winded.

"Hey." Giru said calmly as he continued to run, "What am I supposed to call you?" He asked.

There was no pause for contemplation as the other responded "Big Papa". Giru rolled his eyes. "Are you stupid, or just plain crazy?"

"Yes."

"Yes to which one?"

"Yes."

"Ugh. Either way, I'm not calling you that." Giru said, irritation peeking through his voice.

"But I love it when you call me Big Papa."

"Be serious."

"What makes you think I'm not?"

The door that lead out of the the garden began to slowly close. Giru started to panic internally, as he knew he wasn't running fast enough to make it. "Can we break through that?"

"No siree. Seastone. But, we can make it. Imagine yourself floating."

Giru imagined this new body of his suspended in midair, like an elemental of some sort. He noticed his feet no longer touching the ground, though he was still moving forward. "Levitation?"

"Levitation."

Giru leaned forward, propelling himself along as the gate kept falling. The gate couldn't keep up as Giru zoomed through, knocking guards off their feet. He leaned back, kind of like putting on the brakes to stop himself. A man stood in front of him with a spear and a coat of armor, blocking his path. Giru judged by his size and the weight of his armor that he specialized in brute strength, so he would more than likely not stab with the spear, but swing it around with the tip to slash. His legs seemed under-worked, as if the only exercise they got was lugging that armor around. He definitely wasn't built for speed. 'Aw, dude, did you just battle-analyze him!? I knew those books would come in handy!'

It was over in a flash. The few places where the armor was gapped were invaded by the sharp red conical spikes of tentacles. Behind both knees, inside both elbows, and right through the mouth. "Choke on it!"

"The fuck?"

"Look, I'm batshit insane, alright bud? So stop being surprised now, cuz I'm only gonna get weirder."

The tentacles retracted and whipped the air, shaking the blood off. Majority of it landed on the dead body. The tentacles ripped off a piece of the man's clothes and threw it on him. "Now clean yourself off, whore."

"When will you get out of my head?"

"5 to 10 business days."

"Seriously, when."

"I won't. We're stuck together till death do us part."

As he said that, a tentacle came up and gently stroked Giru's cheek.