A/N: Sequel to the last drabble. Involves a reference to the first Pokemon movie (in which a storm is psychically created).
Background: Matt and Nicole have psychic abilities, but for different reasons (Crest power related and genetic mutation, respectively). Nicole was invited to Mewtwo's get-together in the first movie (she didn't make it) and due to her abilities, didn't have her memory of the event wiped and later deduced what had happened (via TR records and such).
"Seriously, Mewtwo made a storm?" Matt asked again in complete disbelief.
"Yes," Nicole answered tiredly, still waving her hand in circles in the air. "I don't know if this is exactly how he did it, but it sure is draining."
Matt frowned. "Don't overdo it."
"I won't, I know my limits."
"Uh, and you always push those limits and end up like half dead."
"... true dat."
Matt rolled his eyes. "Seriously, stop being so stubborn and just ask for help when you need it. Here, let me see what I can do."
With that, he placed a hand on Nicole's shoulder and began to feel his way into the energy field that she was creating, adding his own power and control into it. Soon, the world was a whirlwind of moving force, wind circling around them and churning the skies into a grey cloudy ocean filled with falling droplets and roaring thunder.
As the rain came down on them, they grinned at their work.
"Awesome," Nicole commented, letting the water hit her face as she closed her eyes.
Matt laughed. "Come on, let's get back to the house before we get drenched."
They turned to head up the hill towards the back door into the kitchen.
Sora and Joe were standing there, staring.
Matt and Nicole tried to look innocent.
"... you guys suck."