Kanto Champion, Prof. Oak's most trusted Pokemon Trainer, owner of all 32 badges. These are the things Tai holds on to, he is still the Kanto Champion. Four years he has reigned, and no one has been able to defeat him. He is one of Pokemon's best trainers, an elite. Tai Sugimori.
"GOOOooOOOOd morning, Erientanto! It's turning out to be a beautiful day, Paisley Rock! It's currently seven a.m and this morning brings a special surprise, our new gym leader! He's full of mystery, all we know is that he's from Kanto. Kanto folks! Where it all began! But anyways, temperatures are starting out in the early seventies and rising slowly to mid-eighties, wind speeds of zero and a humidity rate of eighty percent! Keep those fans and cool clothes handy, today'll be a scorcher-"
The snooze button was mashed with vigorous, angry force channeled through a sleepy palm that was retracted back under the covers, cutting off the radio announcer's annoyingly chipper voice. Shifting and groaning noises came from the bed, until white sheets were thrown off and the figure previously sleeping hauled itself out, one foot at a time, and one centimeter of distance a second until they found themselves in front of the bathroom mirror.
The gaping cabinet mirror revealed stately rows of orange pill containers, all full, only one was more than halfway empty. Medicinal pillars to the sky. The same hand that killed the announcer's voice reached out for the half-full bottle and carefully measured out two pills, swallowing and then cupping water from the sink to wash the capsules down with. With the hand came a disgruntled voice that made gagging noises and sighed hugely as the pills settled in the lake of their stomach's acid.
The open mirror was closed with a bang, and reflecting glass showed the seventeen-year old face of Taichi Sugimori. Sunflower, golden hair, hair flaring out and reaching down to his ears where he had cropped it in a mentally unhealthy rage a couple years ago hung down his forehead. Crimson red eyes that he couldn't cut, no matter how insane he was, eyes that were just waking up, still. A peachy, tired face that wasn't fully conscious, body wearing a rumpled t-shirt, an ever-faithful reminder to days of old, that read; PALLET FOOTBALL.
The hotel room was air-conditioned, but Tai couldn't feel the coolness until he exited the shower twenty minutes later, hair soaking and scalp freezing. He had no time to fix his hair today. Today was a big day, and no matter how much vanity his hair demanded of him, he would not let the dead protein atop his head make him late.
Today was a very important day. Room service had stopped delivering to Tai's room a long time ago. He had ordered too many late-night éclairs for the whim chefs to take him seriously, anymore. So while breakfast hadn't been an option for the past few days, Tai had substituted a morning meal with a swig of the pay-per-consume cheap vodka the hotel kept in their fridge, while not a wholesome alternative, the alcohol kept off hunger until the customary lunch banquet was opened.
And besides, Tai reasoned with himself as he simultaneously put on his grey and red plaid shirt and white skinny jeans and balanced the vodka bottle with the other, no one would be running alcohol or drug tests downstairs this early in the morning. Plus, the only plus, was that the alcohol enhanced the pills. And the pills made him fit for society. Which, theoretically, turned him into a veritable whirlwind of social skills and humor.
He paused, looking around the room as he hefted his bag over his shoulder, feeling like he was forgetting something. Suddenly, he heard a slight splashing from near his shoes and looked down, sighing. Looking back at up at him was a diminutive mouse, ears twitching and golden hairs glittering among the half-melted ice cubes that his throne, the ice bucket, contained.
"Sprink! I was wondering where you passed out last night!" Tai snickered, watching as the Pikachu tried to stand with the bucket still lodged firmly on his buttocks. Tai pulled off the bucket, Sprink scaling up to his shoulder.
"Well, we've got a city to greet." Tai sighed as he walked out the door.