I do not own Naruto or Fairy Tail.

I apologize, I just can't write long chapters for this story. But this time, I felt that if the chapter went any longer, it wouldn't have turned out well, so I kept it xtra short.

And give a big thanks to Athletiger for beta-ing this story.

Naruto opened his eyes to a pounding headache. Groaning, he rolled over in his bed and closed his eyes again. When he could take the pain no more, he reluctantly stood from his bed and straightened himself out. He walked out the door after stretching a little, heading towards the Spirit King.

He glanced up at the eternal night sky as he walked. In his moment of distraction, he accidently bumped into something. Knocked back onto his butt, Naruto rubbed his backside as he stood. He looked down and helped his unfortunate victim to her feet.

"What's up, Aries?" Naruto greeted her with a grin.

Aries looked at him with concern. "I thought you were already there."

Naruto blinked. "Huh? Where?"

"The Bijuu. They're in an uproar," Aries trembled.

"What's going on?" Naruto asked worriedly.

"I'm not sure. Here, follow me." Aries briskly walked off with Naruto in tow. They arrived at a building which Naruto vaguely recognized as the place where he came to when he first arrived in the Spirit Realm. As soon as they entered, the room went silent.

The Spirit King looked at Naruto, "I was wondering when you would arrive."

"What's going on? Why's everybody here?"

A few of the Jinchuuriki looked at him in surprise. Yugito asked, "You didn't notice it already?"

"Notice what?"

"Our power, it's disappearing, Naruto."

"What're you talking about? I feel completely normal."

"Even so," said Han, "You're nowhere near the level you were at yesterday. None of us are."

"Why?" Naruto was shocked, "What's happening?"

"That's what we're trying to find out," replied the Spirit King.

"We could be dying," suggested Fu.

"How would that even be possible?" asked the Spirit King.

"That is a possibility," nodded Yagura, "Remember, we're not true Spirits. We're not immortal. It is possible that we're dying."

"Then explain the keys," countered Gaara.

"The keys are artificial. Don't you remember that you were the one that came up with the idea."

Gaara shook his head, "That's not what I meant. To survive here, we divided our power into two parts. Our own strength went into the keys, and the strength of the Bijuu went into ourselves. When we are summoned, the two parts reconnect. So why has our power been fading, while the power in the keys remain?"

The room went silent. Nobody could respond to that. After a few minutes of awkward silence, Naruto spoke, "Could it be that the Bijuu themselves are dying?"

That thought was quickly rejected by the others when he was reminded that the Bijuu could not die, whereas the Jinchuuriki could.

Naruto had another theory though, "Maybe we're returning?"

"To where?" scoffed Utakata, "The Elemental Nations was destroyed ages ago."

"We should be focusing on the real problem here, ya fools," Bee rapped, "Them keys are not the weapons mere."

Everyone stared at him confused, unable to make sense of his proposal.

"He means that if we go, the keys will stay," Naruto translated.

As light dawned upon the Jinchuriki, Naruto continued, "If we die or leave or whatever, the keys are gonna be left behind for anyone to use. They may not be able to summon us, but they would be able to draw on the power of the key."

"So no matter what happens to us, those keys have got to go," finished Yugito.

Naruto nodded, "So we need to get rid of these keys somehow."

Gaara's eyes lit up, "Or instead of getting rid of them, we get them into the hands of a trustworthy person."

"Huh?" Roshi asked, "What does that mean?"

"My holder," said Gaara, "She's a trustworthy person who wouldn't abuse it for power. If we can get her the keys, then we know that they'll be in good hands. And who knows, she may eventually figure out a way to destroy them."

"I don't know," said Yagura, "People are easily corrupted by power."

"Trust me," said Gaara as he exited the building.

Everyone looked back and forth between each other.

'Trust me'; those are never good words.