Kinetic

Kira moved to the television. Only a pile of dust remained. She had reduced the statue’s atoms, a final and decisive act. She bent over and blew the dust onto the floor. Then, still leaning, she looked over at Katshiro, who was sitting on the couch in his underwear.

"Shiro," she said calmly, "are you trying to make me angry?"

Katshiro watched her analytically.

"You cannot achieve anything by destroying it. Power is nothing. There is nothing to gain. After all these weeks of your childish antics, what have you? Nothing. As for the statue, I like it. It is a replica of a great work entitled David by a great man."

Kira did not like his sense of conceit. To her, it was defiling. She took her coat from the closet, put it on, and turned to Katshiro.

"Katshiro, do not bring another statue into this apartment. Lately it is as if you have been challenging me and there is only so much my temperament can withstand. I’m going out. I’ll be back in a few hours. Make sure dinner is ready when I return."

And just before leaving his sight down the hallway she turned and added:

"Oh, and Katshiro- if I ever see this great statue you love so much I’ll destroy it as easily as I did this one."

And then she left.

The door latch secured behind her and Katshiro was left in the silence.

Katshiro sat motionless. Effortlessly, the ashes spiraled upward into the air and began coalescing upon the television. The dust began to form and take shape. In the same instant it took to be destroyed, David was remade. Molecularly, it was original and whole. Perhaps it was better.

Katshiro put his fingertips to his chin in thought.

The time of reckoning was at hand.

When Kira returned home a few short hours later, she came in giggling sardonically. Katshiro heard her in the bedroom and then she reappeared in the hallway.

Her face transformed from one of amusement to one of stern reprimand.

"Shiro- I don’t smell d-."

She stopped herself. As she was entering the room, her view of the television and the statue of David became unobstructed. Her teeth clenched. Her fists tightened. Her entire body began to shake in anger.

Katshiro still sat on the couch, in his underwear, motionless. He gave her a dead stare in return. His defiance drove her mad.

"Shiro, dear- I’m afraid you’ll have to be punished."

The air around Kira began to ignite. Sparks crackled and swirls of colors came together around her. The entire room became bright, so bright that Katshiro could hardly see except for the murderous eyes of his beloved Kira. But he simply sat there, motionless, expressionless. He was not afraid. Kira thought nothing of it.

She was insane. This was more power than she had ever used- more than he had ever seen. The power consummated with irrational rage affected her brain. She could no longer remember Katshiro’s name, nor her own. Only the feeling of rage was present to her, consuming her, and the urge to take it out on something before her.

Katshiro thought he could get up and walk out before she vented, that he could be gone before she realized or remembered. He could leave her with her anger and go far away. But even with the intensity of the heat and power generated by Kira’s kinetic ability, the statue of David stood undamaged as a symbol of Katshiro's choice.