It's official. Death is an asshole. A powerful asshole but an asshole nonetheless. How was I supposed to know that I doomed the world to the american second coming of Adolf Hitler when I let my inner hero out by saving that kid's life?! Or that he would be as bad as a muggle Voldemort?! Where'd he dump me this time anyway? You cannot believe how confused I was when I died for the first time. I mean one minute I'm looking at myself lying in a pool of my own blood, the next I'm having a screaming match with Death, then I'm somewhere dark, warm and fuzzy. I did what any semi-sane person would do.
I panicked.
Then I heard the bastard who put me in this mess mentally shouting at me to calm**down and listen. Of course me, being me, did the first thing any decent self-respecting human would do. I started screaming profanities at the S.O.B in every language I know-which being immortal, were quite a lot. After a while, we calmed down and he explained what exactly is happening in a nutshell.
Basically, I am to be reborn in a different dimension, in the time being, I was still in my mother-to-be's womb. I still have all my magic but here it is called a Kekkei Genkai or a special form of chakra and that they made me infertile so I wouldn't be harmed for it and so it doesn't fall in the wrong hands. Surprisingly that thought didn't bother me as much as I thought it would. Don't get me wrong I still want a family but the idea of giving birth myself doesn't appeal to me.
I still thank every deity that was looking out for me-obviously excluding Death-that I somehow managed to keep a tight lid on my magic, stopping it from lashing out at the poor soul pulling me out of my new mother's womb, who knows what kind of shit would've gone down otherwise.
It's a good thing I trust Death with my life like a big brother -not that I would EVER tell him that- or I wouldn't have been able to stop it.
Oh well, C'est la vie. I'll just kick his ass next time.