A shaky breath escaped the Blaziken as he watched Anubis struggle with the task the former had so selfishly asked of him. Suzaku, having only known Anubis for the better part of the day, already knew the Lucario as one that took friendship seriously. The avian fighter knew that this was already a terrible day-- fighting monsters, the dragon he somehow knew... himself... but... deep down, even through the bloodlust and sadness, they both knew that this was the right thing to do.
That this was the only thing to do.
After what seemed an eternity, Anubis finally nodded, aquiescing to the duty before him. An attack built in his paws, and as it grew, Suzaku saw his own death. In the back of his mind, voices were screaming, calling for blood and meat and to feast upon them both. But the Blaziken remained as he was, planted on the ground on his hands and knees, watching his Reaper shape and form in the palms of his friend's paws. Swallowing, he closed his eyes for a moment, taking note of those he held closest to him.
Their faces, their voices, he relished in the memories that he'd just regained, so that they would be with him until the end. Fear gripped him, and for a moment, he shivered with the emotion. Never in his life had he thought it would end like this: a mercy killing from a pokemon he'd only just met. But he'd failed... He'd failed himself, his friends... and Taiv. The thought stung, the memory of the pidgeot he'd held closest almost precious to him as he opened his eyes once more to see the now mature attack hovering above him.
Resolve settled on him, staring into that attack. His body settled, the voices screamed as harpies, and in the reaches of his subconscious, he was glad for it. 'I'm so sorry, Anubis, to give you this burden...'
he thought, pity washing over his face. However, he soon discarded the expression; Anubis would persevere, somehow. He would be able to go on... "...Thank you." The thanks was soft, almost inaudible under the roar of the attack.
And then, the attack released.
Suzaku didn't feel the attack, nor the impact of his body against the earth, crumpled beneath its form. It was so sudden, so immediate, that his mind was already lingering before it hit the ground. But as the world faded, Suzaku did not fight the blurring images, the muffled sounds. Not this time. He embraced it, feeling himself numb and still as if sleep were taking hold. In that last moment, as the un-life left him and his mind wandered, he spotted a pidgeot flying up into the setting sun. Whether it was actually there or not didn't matter; but with it, Suzaku finally found what he'd really been searching for, what had driven him all that time......Peace...
((And he's gone. ;u; It's been a pleasure, folks.))