He had to live with this thing for the rest of his life then. Fantastic. "If that's the case," Giru said as he swatted away the tentacle that was caressing his face, "then I need a name". He was still levitating forward, but now at a walking pace. There was nothing to fear, right? Bullets meant nothing.

'Did I or did I not tell you to call me Big Papa?' The other asked in Giru's head. It seed like it could both speak in his head and take over Giru's voice. That was problematic.
"I'll call you Akuma, since you came from that fruit." He decided, looking around for more guards.
'I would settle for Daddy.

Giru slowly opened a door, peeking through to see if anything was waiting for him on the other side. He noticed that as soon as he touched the handle, he stopped levitating. "Seastone. There must be a surprise on the other side."
'A Seastone lined bullet could be the death of us.'

Giru hadn't considered the existence of those. That definitely was a problem. "What all can I do with these powers?"
'Well,' Akuma began, ' it's a Zoan fruit. It turns you into the creature of its namesake. Say if you had eaten a Lion fruit. You would have a human-shaped lion body, and could turn into a true lion, as well as get lion senses. You have the Demon fruit. You have the body of a demon, and somewhere in the future you'll be able to turn into a full demon. You're immune to fire, you can levitate, and teleport. The teleportation is super weak right now, though. 20 feet radius.'

Giru mulled that over. If he were to open the door, everyone on the other side would instantly fire, and he would have no time to judge 20 feet to teleport anywhere. Seastone bullets would be dangerous to block, if at all possible.

Giru looked back at the dead armored man.

The door flung open, a flurry of bullets coming soon after. The bullets bounced off the armor of their previous ally, rebounding to pick off each of the guards one by one. The armored man and the firing squad fell at the same time. Giru poked his head around the human shield's shoulder, making sure it was safe to come out. He walked out, seeing the coast was clear.

"Akuma,"
"You mean Big Papa."
"Just to be safe, stab them all a couple times."
"Aww, look who's turning into a barbarian!"

The tentacles rose like snakes, then fell like rain onto the bodies of the guards, leaving them all riddled bloody masses. They moved at such an incredible speed, seeing as there were only six, but it looked like 60. But there was one person that was just lying there. A white haired, skinny man. Not even a bullet hole from before marked him, though. "Hey. You didn't kill him."
"Go over there."
Giru walked over, making sure to kick away the gun. The man stood up, causing Giru to hesitate. He started making motions with his hands. Sign language. "Good to see ya, Mist." said Akuma. Mist nodded, then tapped his throat twice and made the sign for question. "Remember I told you I'm not the owner of this body? That's the real owner's voice. Giru, this is Mist. He came here to be executed for being a mercenary, but I changed up his look and swapped him for a guard that looked pretty similar. Mist, Giru. He ate the Akuma Akuma fruit, and here we are."
Mist nodded.
"So then he's leaving with us?"
"Yup."

Giru raised an eyebrow. "Wait. How did he not get hit by the rebounded bullets?"

Mist pointed to his eyes, which had crosshairs at the pupil
"Mist ate the Mark Mark fruit. Aiming is his specialty. He most likely shot the bullets that were coming to him out of the air."
Giru gave an uninterested grunt.
"Now how are we getting out of here?"