Looking back, I probably shouldn't have thrown a carton of take-out at my sister's head. Why? Because soy sauce can stain walls.
"Natalie, you need to learn to control yourself. You can't just go around throwing things whenever you're angry." Mara said as she dipped her scrub brush into the soapy water. "Natalie, are you even listening to me?"
"Hmm? Oh, yeah. You know, Mar, I think this is a lost cause. We should just buy a painting to cover it up, or something."
"I'm getting the feeling that you're not actually talking about the wall." She replied as she began to scrub at the soy sauce stain.
"Of course I'm talking about the wall, Mara. Where the hell else would we hang a painting?"
She sighed and turned to look at me. "Ever since the incident three years ago, you've just been 'covering up' how you feel by acting the way you do." I groaned. If she knew everything about how to deal with my anger, why did she become a CSI instead of a psychologist?
"Wow, Mar, that's, like, really, really deep. But I honestly was talking about the wall. Maybe we should paint it a dark red or something." I looked at the scrub brush in my hand. "Or maybe grey. A nice, dull, dark, drab grey wall to go with our black sofa, our black chaise, and our black recliner. And let's not forget our charcoal carpet, too. Blacks are safe colours. They're dispassionate yet warm... Not like maroon suits, white frilly cravats, silver moonlight hair and smokey brown eyes."
"...Did Edgeworth say something to you, Nate? Is that what set you off?" She's quick, my sister. Of course, she'd been with me since conception, so she knew how my brain worked by now. Maybe that's why she isn't a psychologist - she only really knows how my mind works, not just people's minds in general.
"...He didn't say something to me as much as he did something." I replied, tossing my brush into the bucket. It hit the side and knocked it over, spilling soapy water onto the carpet. "Aww, shit. Today is not my day..." I groaned. Mara sighed (she's almost as accomplished a sigher as... Well, she's really good a sighing.) and went to the laundry room for some towels.
"I think we've established the fact that you need to stop throwing things." She said as she came back into the room with an armful of towels.
"I didn't throw the scrub brush. I tossed the scrub brush." I pointed out as I grabbed a towel and started rubbing the carpet.
"Natalie, don't rub it! You'll trap the soap in the carpet fibres!" Mara took the towel from me and gave me the bucket. "Go fill this with water - Not hot water, just room temperature."
"How the hell am I supposed to know if it's room temperature or not?" I asked with a smirk. "Do you want me to measure the temperature in Ferenheit, Celsius, or Calvin?" I laughed as she tossed a towel at me. "Hey - I thought we established the fact that there should be no more throwing in this house!"
"We established the fact that YOU can't throw things in this house, doofball. I'm not you, despite the physical and genetic evidence that may suggest otherwise." We both laughed - people do confuse us from time to time. In fact, the judge presiding over Larry's trial became so confused because of us (And the fact that, whenever the prosecutor said "Wright" at least two people responded) that he called about ten recesses just to sort everything out.
I smiled as I walked into the kitchen to fill the bucket with water. I had sucessfully diverted my sister's attention from my sucky day, while also planting a little seed of doubt in her mind about Edgeworth. "Next up - my illustrious brother, Phoenix Wright." I murmured as I turned on the tap. I was going to make that man pay for what he had done to me by investigating my past... And it was NOT going to be a small fee, either.
