Now on a low note, Giru had the time to analyze himself. Back when he was raging, Akuma had suggested he figure out what was wrong on his own. With the nuisance out of his head and some down time, he could finally do so.

Okay. First off, the two major ones. He wasn't a Psychopath, that was for sure. If in his earlier life he was able to act rationally and have meaningful attachments- however easily his parents severed them- then he wouldn't be one now. Sociopathy... he didn't consider himself to be very charming in any way. He actually felt a bit repulsed back at the island when all the women, uh...

It was possible he was a Sociopath, though. He wouldn't be surprised. Empathy was the deciding factor. Could he still feel it? Well, he chose not to kill Al, and felt quite guilty that they had made an incorrect assumption in who the opponent was. He was feeling worried about Arata's maturity. If he could feel guilty and worried, then any sociopathy would be mild at the most. Okay, good.

Depressed? He did keep to himself all this time, preferring not to interact with the crew. He didn't think he was depressed though. He was more angry than sad. Well, a mix of the two to be honest. He DID break down after yelling at Akuma.

"Well, whatever it is, putting a name to it ain't important. I just gotta keep it in check. I can't be constantly angry and distant from my cre-"

"HEY THERE BIG BOY YA DOIN' SOME SELF-DIAGNOSIN'!?"

"Oh. Hello, pain in my ass." Giru replied to the demon, rolling his eyes.

" 'Pain-in-my-ass'? I thought we agreed on Akuma for my name. If you're renaming me, I have a few suggestions. I also want a dog bowl with my name on it written in bone letters." He replied.

"First of all, there's no way in hell you're eating out of a dog bowl while we share my body. Second, I'm not renaming you."

"Oh come on. Akuma didn't even have any heart behind it! You just took the name of my fruit! How'bout 'Rex' or 'Scruffy'? Or 'YKRAGSUTHUL THE SWALLOWER OF SOULS!?'

Giru stumbled at that one. Akuma's voice got a lot more... terrifying that time.

"Uh..."

"Just kidding, buddy. I uh... Ehem. I appreciated it though. Nobody ever, uh... named me before."

Giru rose an eyebrow, sitting on his bed. "You've had other Eaters?" He asked.

"Yea. When a devil fruit user dies, the 'soul' of the devil fruit goes into the nearest fruit. So when one of my eaters kicks the bucket, I get to live inside a newly cursed banana for a few months. Sometimes... sometimes years."

"... Wow... I... I'm sorry. I've been treating you like a nuisance this whole ti-"

"Aah, don't sweat that, kiddo. I AM a nuisance. If I gotta chillax in another fruit for a few years after you croak, I'm gonna enjoy you while yer still livin'. Make some good memories to laugh at while I wait for some other sap to take a bite."

Giru was shocked to say the least. Here he was complaining about 13 years, when Akuma had to go through this time after time. It was an endless cycle that-

"HEY! DON'T YOU GO START FEELING PITY FOR ME!" Akuma yelled, interrupting Giru's thoughts.

"Oh, right. You can pretty much hear what i think... But I mean it. You're a lot more than what you- EUGH NO, STOP, STOP! AKUMA NO I DON'T WANT TO REMEMBER THIS!"

"SHE WAS 70 YEARS OLD AND WEARING A SHORT SKIRT! YOUR CALCULUS TUTOR WAS WEARING A SHORT SKIRT TO GET YOUR GRANDAD'S ATTENTION. YOUR CALCULUS TUTOR AND YOUR GRANDAD FUCKED."

"WHY WHY WHY- NO NOT THE LEGS, AKUMAAAAAAA!" Giru yelled in mental pain as he was forced to picture the grotesquely wrinkled, veiny bodies 'wrestling'.

Akuma went into detail on this one.

After 10 minutes of very gross, very vivid forced imagination, Giru's torture subsided. He pulled his head out from the porthole window, hoping that none of the vomit hit the ship.

"Still feel like giving me pity?" Akuma asked in a sweet voice.

"Every fiber of my being wants you gone." Giru replied spitefully. Wiping away the vomit from his mouth, a thought came to his head. "Akuma. You LEFT. How and why. And where."

"Oh I just went to this place called Nunya."

"Akuma. You LEFT. MY BODY."

"OUR body, friend."

Giru pinched the bridge of his nose. It was useless to try to get a straight answer from him.

"Fine. Keep it to yourself." Giru gave in, brushing the subject aside.