I was delirious from the pain—that's the only explanation. I mean, I never would have done that under normal circumstances. If Odango had just used her brain in the first place, none of this would have happened.
My knee is still throbbing, and my head is no better. All right Chiba, just sit down and think through this logically.
I was out for a jog; there's certainly nothing wrong with that! And out of nowhere, Odango popped out in front of me on the sidewalk. She was wearing that—wait, that's beside the point—focus! She popped out of nowhere and nearly fell, but I caught her and fell into a stone wall, my whole weight landing on my knee. When she saw how red my knee was getting, she told me we were in front of her house and that if I came in, she could get me some ice for my knee. She didn't even call me baka!
She showed me into the living room, and returned a few minutes later with a neatly wrapped ice pack. Placing it carefully on my injured limb, she sat on a chair across from me, her blond hair framed by a halo of morning light streaming through the window behind her. It must have been a hallucination from the pain, because she looked just like an angel.
She apologized quietly and sat watching me with troubled eyes. "Are you sure you'll be okay?" she questioned a few times, never quite satisfied that I would recover.
And then it happened. It was all so fast, and the details are still fuzzy to me. The ice pack started to melt, but instead of water, a thick, sticky, white substance dripped down my leg. Startled, I looked up and asked, "Usagi, what did you put in this ice pack? It looks like—"
"Ice cream!" she finished for me, looking proud. "We were out of ice so I did some fast thinking. You needed something cold for the swelling."
Not able to dismiss her logic, I started to respond, "Well that's true," but stopped when another small river of the melted dessert escaped from the tea towel that held the gooey mess and ran up my thigh towards my shorts. I jumped up in surprise and the cloth-wrapped package flew through the air, hitting the window behind Usagi's head and spraying her face and hair with chunks of still-frozen ice cream and droplets of the melted mess. Her mouth popped open in surprise and she remained standing like that, mouth agape, for what seemed like an eternity.
I really don't know what happened next. Somehow I crossed the room and took Usagi in my arms, but all I remember is holding her slim, sticky body close to mine and kissing her vanilla lips. The sweet scent of her skin mixing with the sticky ice cream must have overtaken my sensibilities because I stood there, licking and kissing every droplet of the sweet confection from her skin before releasing her.
The rest is a blur. All I know is that I am outside. I must have run away. I guess my brain finally kicked in and got me out of there. What a fool. Then again, there was certainly nothing unpleasant about kissing her.