Misanthropic Malady

[Starstreak Inashira]

Starstreak stood at a pier, her icy almondine eyes glaring across the Pacific Ocean as though to send daggers to the coast of Asia, though it was far from being in her field of view. Perhaps she still bore a grudge against the mean streets of Tokyo, or perhaps there was something in her that was even feeling misanthropic toward all the human race.

Starstreak: Hmph.

For a moment, a small girl running by stopped and tugged on her hand, then held up a pen and a scrap of paper

Little Girl: Hey miss! You're Starstreak Inashi...Inachi...you're Starstreak, right? I'm your biggest fan! Gimme your autograph.

Starstreak gave her patented "Does it look like I want to give you my autograph?" look, but grudgingly snatched the scrap of paper and the pen and, in her most untidy hirigana , she scrawled "to my fan, from Hoshiko "Starstreak" Inashira." The little girl squealed with delight and ran off, unaware that Starstreak had even been grudging and generic in her autograph.

Starstreak: Stupid kid...just another brat that wanted my scrawl on her paper...

Kyoichi stepped along the pier.

Kyoichi: What's wrong, Hoshiko?

Starstreak spat on the pier.

Starstreak: Humanity, as usual.

Kyoichi: Getting that misanthropic view of the world again, imouto-chan?

Starstreak: When did I ever lose it?

She gave a serious glare and shoved Kyoichi as she left the pier. Sometimes, it was better to leave the misanthropic malady be.