Akuma floated over the waves with rage in his metaphorical heart.
Astral Projection. His soul left the body, being translucent and intangible. "Giru's gonna have some questions when I get back. I can stretch the time limit a bit, so I should have enough time to do this."
Talking about the celestial dragons, even for just a moment like that, made Akuma remember the years of torment he endured with a smile on his face. He might be batshit insane, but even he knew when too far was too far. He had been shot and stabbed by them too many times to count, and the abilities of the fruit barely kept him alive. He began teleporting instead of levitating, at a range of 40 miles each time. Akuma was travelling back to Mariejois, the home of the Celestial Dragons.
The 13 years were no easy task. Akuma hated the Dragons with all of his being. Every cent of humiliation and pain they dished out to him, he wanted to return them 100fold.
Even as he made his way back, he trembled with rage. "A child... They did all that shit to me, in the body of a fucking child..."
Akuma's eyes twitched and he sped up his teleportation rate to 70 miles. "Fucking arrogant... greedy... FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK, MOTHER FUCKEEEEERS!" He shouted. There weren't any words to describe how he felt, but he had to release it.
He tried to give himself time to think out what he was about to do by teleporting this way, hoping that he would come to his senses before he reached them. However, the more he thought on it, the angrier he became. He stopped teleporting by distance and floated motionless in the air above the waves, and took a deep breath.
"Showtime."
A malicious grin spread across his face as he teleported by location, returning to the slave cells of Mariejois in an instant. He floated up through the cieling and made his way to the Dragon's residence.
Look at them. Sitting on the backs of people like they're objects. Eating merrily without a care. Explosive collars on the necks of these slaves to keep them in line.
Akuma made himself completely invisible and floated to the center of the table. His tentacles snaked their way into the chests of six of the Dragons, who all shivered as if they were cold. "Sleeeeeeeeeeeeep..." Akuma whispered.
"Ehem... Excuse me, everyone... I'm feeling rather tired... I believe I shall take a midday nap."
"Oh, yes, darling. I may do the same."
"Hmm, I'm feeling it as well..."
The six of them had their slaves carry them to their bedrooms, and quickly went to sleep and the guards escorted the slaves back to the cells. The tentacles remained in all of them as they went to seperate rooms to sleep, falling asleep much faster than should be possible. Akuma struggled to contain a maniacle laughter as he dove at the head of one of them, creating a connected dream.
They were all back at the table, eating and being merry. Akuma watched with a satisfied smile on his face. "Now, let's see if I can traumatize you all." He said contently as he floated into view of all of them, right in the center of their table.
"Who is this! He dares stand before our meal!?"
One of the dragons pulled out a gun and fired. Bubbles sprayed from the weapon.
Akuma's maniacal smile reappeared. "Ah ah ah."
"I'M the one doing the killing here."