When Sakura's name appeared on the board, her blood ran cold.

Ino Yamanaka - her ex-best friend and her rival was going up against her in the Prelims. No, she wasn't scared of getting beat by her rival and losing Sasuke-kun to Ino (she mentally scoffed; she could beat Ino any day), but afraid of what the girl could do to her. Afraid of her mind getting taken over. She couldn't let that happen. Not now, when there were so many innocent people around.

Through the corners of her eyes, she saw Ino jump over the railing. Her thoughts were becoming wild and filled with the 'what if's,' and she didn't want him to come out. He was going to kill everyone.

She jumped over the railing and landed a few feet away from the blonde-haired girl, who glared at her with sky-blue eyes that deceived her emotions. Sakura faked a smirk, "So, pig, ready to get your butt handed to you by little, old me? We both know who the stronger one here is." 'I'm an idiot,' Sakura mentally berated herself, 'I'm just coaxing her more into using the Mind Transfer Jutsu. I better watch what I say or else this will be my downfall.'

Falling for Sakura's insults, Ino bristled but shook it off, giving the other girl a strained smirk, "Billboard-brow, you're gonna wish you'd never became a ninja."

The two did not break eye contact, and were glaring dagger's at each other for what seemed like hours. Even though there was no action, everyone in the arena could feel the killer intent radiating off of the two - yet, when they stared at the two girls below, things were completely different. Ino stood defiantly, her arms crossed and her eye brows furrowed in fury; her sky-blue eyes were focused on the pink-haired girl's form, filled with emotions; anger, fury, confusion, and - though she didn't admit it to anyone - regret. Sakura, on the other hand, glared - albeit, half-heartedly - with her arms balled into fists. Yet, the naked eye alone couldn't see what was really happening with Sakura Haruno - because Sakura Haruno was scared. And her trembling form was proof of that.

The battle had began as soon as Sakura pushed her feet off the ground and bolted in the direction of where Ino was standing. The other girl had not expected the sudden movement and narrowly dodged the kunai that Sakura had tried to swipe her with. Sakura gritted her teeth in frustration, 'Damn, I thought she was going to block it with her hands. Then I could've disabled them so that she'd be unable to make hand signs...'

Ino sneered, "What, Billboard-brow thinks that she could end this battle with a simple kunai? You must be stupider that I thought." Sakura ignored the comment and said nothing, her emerald eyes concentrated and thinking up a strategy. Ino smirked, "Can't talk back? What happened to the confidence, Billboard-brow?"

Sakura made a few hand signs and created some clones, running straight at the blonde-haired girl, a kunai in each of their hands. Ino took out a kunai of her own and prepared for whatever attack the roseatte had in store for her. Sakura concentrated some chakra into her feet and quickened her speed, nearly getting a cut on Ino if she hadn't jumped backwards, her clones attacking shortly afterwards and again sending Ino a few feet farther. Sakura stopped and panted, her clones dispersing into clouds of smoke in an instant, and stared at the also-panting girl a few meters ahead. Their eyes locked on for a few more seconds before sky-blue eyes narrowed suddenly and Ino straightened her back and glared at the pink-haired girl.

"Y' know, Ino," Sakura spoke up for the first time since the fight started, "If you actually trained instead of looking all pretty, then maybe this battle would be over."

Ino fell for the bait, "What'd you say, Billboard-brow?"

"What, are you deaf, too?"

"Grrrrrr..." Ino's fists clenched, turning white, and pointed a finger at the girl in a demanding manner, "You better stop disrespecting me!"

Sakura smirked and Ino realized that she was falling into a trap; fury filled her veins and did the thing that would set things straight with the pink-haired girl - once and for all.

"I don't need this!" She grabbed on her her ponytail -

SHHHHIING

- and sliced it off. Sakura's eyes widened into the size of dinner plates, her mouth agape. She shook out of her stupor and furrowed her eye brows at the other girl, "You've gone mad!"

Ino bristled and clenched her used-to-be-ponytail, knuckles going white. "Shut up! I don't need long hair to get Sasuke-kun's attention!" And with that, she threw the long, blonde locks onto the floor. Ino smirked and stared at Sakura straight in the eyes, "And if you aren't gonna give up..."

Sakura knew what was coming next. Her heart hammered against her chest.

"...I'll make you say that you forfeit!" Ino's eyes glinted with triumph while emerald orbs widened in fear. 'The jutsu!' Sakura was mentally screaming at her body to move, to run, to hide - anything so that she didn't get caught. The lives of everyone in the arena were at stake here. She glared at Ino before turning to run but her feet were unexpectedly glued to the ground; and when Sakura looked down, she realized that Ino's cut-off locks were the things that were keeping her in place. Her head snapped up at Ino, who had a triumphant smirk lacing her flawless face. "I didn't cut my hair off for nothing."

The very moment Ino lifted up her hands to form the hand sign, Sakura did the only thing she could do; she begged. "INO! Don't!"

Her outburst had shocked everyone in the arena, especially the said girl. The surprise lasted for a few seconds on Ino's face before her mouth twitched upwards into a smirk. "What's this? Billboard-brow's begging for me to spare her? I don't think so. I'm already showing you mercy by making you forfeit - I don't want to embarrass you in front of all these people with my powers."

Ino's hands moved up again, and this time, she didn't stop her hands signs when Sakura screamed out again.

"Don't! Ino, please! You'll let him out!" Before Ino could ask who 'he' was, her spirit was propelled out of her body and into her desired target - into Sakura Haruno. And everyone knew the blonde-haired girl succeeded in her jutsu when Sakura had abruptly stopped screaming and her head hung.

But, something had changed in the pink-haired girl when she looked up. With a smirk.

'Heheh, sorry, Sakura!'

Ino didn't know Sakura's mind was so...dull. And blank. And boring. It was pitch black, but Ino noticed that there was a single door a few meters away, with a single light next to it, illuminating its presence. Ino, being a curious cat, walked up to it, a finger tapping her chin. It was a metal door, with rusted hinges and a rusty handle bar, marred with scratches and wha looked like to be...dried blood? Ino narrowed her eyes for a moment before a smirk came to her face. "Let's see what's so important that Sakura didn't want me to see..."

And with that, Ino opened the door, hearing it creak ominously before she stepped inside and shut it behind her. Although it was dark, she could tell it was a hallway with the dimly lit torches that hung on the wall, leading somewhere. She walked, her eyes looking around for anything suspicious. For some reason, she couldn't help but feel nervous - she expect Sakura's mind to be normal, boring, and dull - not ominous and foreboding. An unexplainable chill made her hug herself for warmth. 'What the...'

Up ahead was a tiny box. Her eyes widened slightly at it and her paced quickened, reaching the box in seconds. The box was old and wooden, with scratch marks here and there and chipped with age. It was small, with a small lock at the front. She held the lock in her hands; it was a weird skull shape, with black slits for eyes, teeth, and three slash marks that were slashed over it's left eye. Her eyebrow raised in question; this was what Sakura didn't want her to see? A stupid box with a skull lock? But Ino's thoughts were cut off when the lock suddenly unlocked, the mouth of the skull lock opening. Her eyes widened. Suddenly, a wave of nausea came over her and she let go of the box and stepped away, her shoulders shaking.

"What are you doing here, little girl...?" A voice not her own - not even Sakura's - called out and it sent chills down her spine. It was definitely a boy's voice, with a metallic edge to it.

She was about to turn around and run when a white hand grabbed her neck, lifting her into the air. She struggled, and looked down to see her captive - only to be met with cruel and sadistic yellow eyes that did not belong to anyone she knew of. The person holding her was a boy (probably 15? 16? Ino couldn't tell) with white skin and hair, his eyes black with yellow irises, wearing a white uniform that she also couldn't recognize; around his waist was a black belt, but her eyes widened in fear when she saw the big sword on his back; it differed from other swords, with a black edge and black cloth wrapped around the handle.

"You know..." he drawled, his voice laced with metal, his eyes staring straight into Ino's soul as his mouth twitched into a sadistic smirk, "...I could kill you."

Ino's blood ran cold.

"But I think my vessel wouldn't like seeing her best friend dead." His voice sounded so sarcastic. And with that, he dropped her completely, letting Ino fall onto her butt. Without wasting time, she jumped up and ran towards the door, which was a few yards ahead of her; she needed to get away from that guy. She inwardly regretted opening that door in the first place. She wasn't even supposed to go through Sakura's private things.

As soon as she got to the door, she slammed it shut, She made a hand sign (she was still shaking) and released her soul from Sakura's mind, not wanting to see those eyes - those yellow eyes - again.

Her soul wasn't the only thing that escaped Sakura Haruno's mind.

When Ino got beck into her body, she expected to see Sakura looking back at her with scorn-filled eyes. She expected her to glare and smirk at her at the same time, belittling her about how her jutsu didn't work. About how Ino had failed. She expected to having to smirk back and tell Sakura that she wasn't done yet. She expected everything to end normally. To end on good terms.

But when Ino had gotten back into her body, she felt something was off. She felt something in the air - an electrical current, maybe? That made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Something was definitely wrong. She knew everyone else could feel it, too, for the air had gone tense. Suddenly, everyone was hit with a wave of killer intent that made their eyes widen - and Sakura's head slowly lifted up -

(Ino's blood ran cold)

- to reveal yellow eyes.

"Well..." She said, her voice edged with metal and sarcasm and cruelty, "You're all gonna die."

Ino screamed.

I know. the ending was a bit weak...

I certainly do not know where this came from, actually. To be honest, this story is not going to be made up of one-shots or anything, these will be plot bunnies that crossed my mind the whole time I stopped updating my other stories. This fic is just going to be something to get my mind out of the grips of writer's block. I'm not planning to make them into full-fledged stories.

So this bunny is a Bleach/Naruto crossover, Hollow Ichigo replacing Inner Sakura in Sakura's head.

Just to say, but there will be Time-travel, Alternate Universes, Crossovers, and just plain random things that pop into my head. Enjoy, :)

I also do not own Naruto or Bleach, or any of the series that were mentioned in here.