This is a completely random one-shot I felt like writing. If you like it, say so.
Despite her 'cutesy' name, Usagi was bloodthirsty. Brilliant Ryou had injected her with the DNA of the White Bengal Tiger, and its instincts were out of her control.
She had been an adorable girl, with blond hair and green eyes. She rarely stopped smiling.
Now she had black-streaked white hair. Her eyes were a piercing blue. Only Ryou could make her smile, and then only rarely. Fortunately, her instincts for blood waned in the daytime.
"Good morning, Usagi," Ryou opened the door to the attic of Café Mew Mew. Keys jingled in his hand. "Would you like to work with the other girls today? You'll have to smile."
The teen's eyes looked at him pleadingly. "I'll do anything to escape this torture during the day. Even smile."
"Your uniform is in the locker room. It's the black one. Also, Keiichiro had a wig ordered for you," Ryou told her as he unlocked her bonds. He handed her the wig.
"Red? Keiichiro-chan ought to know by now that I hate red." Despite her words, Usagi put the wig on, tucking her strangely colored hair beneath it.
"Go try your uniform on and I'll get your breakfast from Keiichiro," the blond manager of Café Mew Mew remarked as he accompanied the tall girl down the stairs.
"All right." Usagi went to the locker room and put the black outfit on. She examined her appearance in the mirror until Ryou called for her.
"Thanks, Keii-chan. For the wig, too. Although why you picked red is beyond me." She sipped her milk demurely and set the glass down. "I wish hair dye would work."
"That's one of the disadvantages of tiger DNA. Liquids wash right out of you hair," Ryou said. He checked his watch. "It's ten o'clock. Ichigo should be here soon."
As soon as he said that, the red-head threw open the door. "I'm here! Happy Saturday!" she shouted. She stopped suddenly. "Who are you?" she inquired of Usagi.
The girl in black stood. "I am Usagi. Ryou here injected me with White Bengal Tiger DNA. You must be Ichigo."
"Shirogane must like red-heads or something," Ichigo remarked thoughtfully.
The tiger-girl put a hand to her wig. "This isn't my real hair. Keiichiro bought it for me. Why red, though, is what I'm still wondering…"
"I believe it. I think maybe it's Keiichiro who's obsessed with red-heads…" Ichigo turned and walked into the locker room, her own red hair glittering in the light.
Usagi's blue eyes followed the dark red hair, reminding her of blood. She could smell it on the air. The girl in black followed Ichigo into the locker room, unable to resist her instincts.
"Oh?" Ichigo turned around, startled. She turned back when she realized it was only Usagi.
The teen's claws unsheathed themselves. 'No,' she thought desperately. 'No!' She crept up behind Ichigo and slashed, one swipe across the neck.
The tiger in her eagerly licked up the blood. 'No!' she yelled in her head. "NO!" she screamed, throwing herself against the ground, sobbing.
Ryou and Keiichiro rushed in. They saw the natural red-head crumpled on the floor, her eyes open and unseeing. The girl in black was kneeling on the ground, her wig skewed.
"Usagi, shh," Ryou tried to comfort the teen.
"Lock me up," she whispered. "Don't let me do that again."
"Okay. Keiichiro, call the police about this. Tell them that she will be contained and never kill again," Ryou told his partner as he helped Usagi up.
The pair walked up to the attic in silence. Usagi watched as Ryou locked her into her chains. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "Don't let them take me."
"I won't," Ryou promised as he pressed his lips against hers.