Author's Notes

I of course do not own either Ranma ½ or Negima or any of the characters.

While I'm not exactly sure how power levels are classified in Negima, I assume that it's similar to YYH's system of D, C, B, A, AA, etc., Class system.

And while I realize that Ranma's birthday isn't set, I'm following my beta's advice and setting Ranma's birthday in the fic as August 11th.

Thanks of course go to my betas KitsuneOverlord and Teturo.

As always, please Read and Review.


Sifting through the fog of the dreamscape Ranma slowly began to recognize the succubae within his subconscious mind. While the succubae each shifted between various forms he come distinguish them not on their appearance but on their distinct auras. Expecting to see them peeping in on one of the girls' dreams Ranma hoped that he had picked the right time to go to sleep. Seeing them in a near guarded stance the cursed boy knew that something was wrong.

"Ranma!" Lynx shouted as the vampire turned to face the young fighter.

Peering through the fog, Ranma realized just why the succubae weren't looking into the girls' dreams as a semi-familiar figure stood before the vampire. "Hakkon."

"Ranma," the incubus returned. "I have a message for you."

Raising his brow Ranma eyed the bounty hunter.

"This is the dreamscape, I couldn't hurt you here even if I wanted to," the incubus stated. "I can only locate you if you happen to tell me where you are. Don't worry; I can't use telepathy on you here."

Putting his hand on the vampire's shoulder Ranma faced the demon. "What's the message?"

Tossing a small pouch to Ranma the incubus shrugged, "I haven't looked at it myself since its keyed specifically to your subconscious."

Turning his back to Ranma and the others Hakkon started to walk away. "I'm glad I came though," he stated as he walked away, "now I know that you've bound my sisters."

Waiting for the incubus to disappear into the haze Ranma turned to face Lynx and Sonya, the leader of the succubae.

"Demons rarely are loyal to their siblings," Lynx stated. "Succubae and incubi are though. Still, Sonya and the others are bound to you; binding overrides any previous loyalties or oaths they may have with anyone else."

Taking the vampire's knowledge at face value Ranma shrugged as he looked at the magical package. "So what is this?"

"It's a dream." Walking over to the cursed boy the lead succubus glanced at the glowing ball in the boy's hand. "There's probably a message for you in the dream."

"It's a dream," Lynx stated, reassuring Ranma. "You can't actually get hurt from a dream. You can mess with someone, but you can't hurt them."

"That's very reassuring," Ranma replied. Looking at the glowing ball in his hand the cursed boy realized he didn't know how to access the dream. "So how do I use this thing?"


Staring at the creamy white confection before her the diminutive cursed vampire sighed. Without her partner to assist her Eva was making little headway in researching Ranma's curse. Maybe I should have kept the Library Trio behind, she though as she scooped a hefty portion of almond pudding and shoveled it into her mouth.

Glancing at her companions she shrugged as she considered the prospects of her day. With most of her classmates either in England or the magic country, and the rest off on their individual or club trips only a handful of her present classmates were still on campus – Hakase Satomi, Satsuki Yotsuba, and Zazie Rainyday. Glancing at the tiny engineering genius, Eva hoped that Satomi could finish the adjustment on at least one of the second generation gynoids so that the vampire could have some assistance in her work.

Seeing the strange look that Zazie gave her Eva shrugged. "It's only my fourth," the tiny blond replied as she scooped up a second spoonful.

Seeing the foreign girl's blank stare still directed at her Eva slumped over and lay on the table. "I just need a distraction from all the research I'm doing. There's nothing to do, the only ones left are you gits; and honestly, you're no fun."

With her brain fried from the countless days and hours of researching in her magical castle Eva's mind struggled to find something to do. "Wha!" she stuttered as the day walking vampire spotted a black piglet carrying a stack of Benito boxes. Why does that look like something I should know? Something Ranma told me… ah, the Spring of Drowned Piglet! This could be interesting.


"So what do we do now?" the Akira-succubus asked as she cradled Ranma's head in her lap.

"We can't access his dream, but with him locked away in the message we have free reign to do almost anything we want," Sonya replied as she eyed the fog around her.

The Kasumi-succubus cheered up at the prospect of running rampant through the dreams of the various girls that Ranma had kissed. "Did you know Ranma kissed a guy?"

Thankful that he was not standing when he heard that, Lynx looked up and saw the dream forming behind the Kasumi-succubus. "Mikado Sanzenin… why does that name sound familiar?" Pulling out the book that represented Ranma's memories the vampire paged through it. "I think that Ranma would love to know that you messed with that one's dreams."


Despite the respectable size of the café the living quarters above it barely managed to accommodate Makie and Yuna, much less Akira, Ako, and Natsumi. Still, they couldn't complain as the futon was large enough for all of them.

Nestled between Makie and Ako, the swimmer twitched in her sleep as she dreamed. Standing naked in a waterfall pond Akira waded deeper into the pool. Waste deep the swimmer crouched so that the water covered her breasts before kicking off as she started swimming freestyle. Casually slipping into a backstroke she completed a full lap of the pool before noticing that she wasn't alone.

Standing at the top of the small cliff Ranma leapt off, falling over thirty feet before gracefully curling into a fetal position. A giant spout of water erupted as Ranma cannonballed into the center of the pool. Shielding herself from the overwhelming splash caused by Ranma's forceful entrance into the pond Akira shook the excess water from her face. Watching as a female Ranma stood before her Akira blushed as she realized that they were both completely naked.

"Akira." Firm hands gripped her shoulders, drawing her closer to the seductive redhead.

"Ranma," she whispered as she pulled the smaller girl to her.

"Akira!" Firm hands on her shoulders shook her awake.

Shaking off the fog of sleep the swimmer found her companions kneeling over her. "Makie, Yuna, Natsumi?" Glancing again she realized that one of her classmates was missing. "Where's Ako?"

"Um," the missing girl barely managed to struggle against the larger girl's grip.

"You're holding onto her," Yuna explained.

Glancing down Akira realized that she was hugging the smaller Ako to her breasts.

Blushing, the taller girl quickly released the scarred girl before sitting up. "Sorry about that."

"Dreaming about Ran-ma," Yuna stated rather then asked.

"It must have been a very mature dream," Makie added.

"Must have been a very adult dream?" Natsumi teased.


Listening to the soothing music Kasumi casually followed Dr. Tofu's lead as the two danced a beautiful waltz. Sighing deeply the eldest Tendo daughter closed her eyes as she rested her head against her first love's chest. Expecting the feel of soft velvety fabric Kasumi was surprised to instead find the warm silky skin of a bare, firm chest.

"Ranma!" she exclaimed as she pushed away. Feeling his toned muscles under her hands Kasumi realized that she too was naked. "We shouldn't, you're promised to Akane."

"But to be a man amongst men I must satisfy my manly needs," Ranma replied as he gently lifted her off her feet. "And if I am to marry Akane than I must know how to satisfy her needs before we wed."

"Ranma," Kasumi protested. Blushing she knew that his logic was flawed, but somehow just couldn't resist.


Standing triumphant before the bloody and bruised Kodachi, Ukyo and Shampoo, Akane smirked as her defeated rivals groveled at her feet. Having bested not only one, but all three of her rivals she knew that she was unbeatable. Seeing Ranma's casual approach as the cursed boy leapt from rooftop to rooftop the youngest Tendo daughter grabbed a bucket of water.

"Akane!" the cursed boy shouted as he landed between her and the defeated rivals. "I knew you'd beat them!" Grabbing her hand he handed her an empty Benito box, "And the lunch you made me was delicious! Lets get married right away!"

Smirking Akane dumped the bucket over Ranma's head, turning him into her. Gazing at the now shorter girl Akane threw a wild punch at the other heir to the Anything Goes School. "Pervert!"

"You're so mean," Ranma screamed as she dodged several more of Akane's attacks. "Tomboy, you're built like a brick! You're so uncute!"

Leaping out of Akane's striking range Ranma gracefully landed beside the rejuvenated rivals. Standing tall in his male form Ranma shook his head as Akane regrouped for another attack. "Who could love someone like you? You can't cook, you can't fight, and I'm better looking than you too!"

"Airen is man enough for Shampoo!" the lavender haired Amazon declared as she hugged Ranma from behind.

"Ranma darling, as a man among men you're more than enough man to satisfy the three of us!" Kodachi declared as she grabbed his right arm.

"Ran-chan, there's more then enough of you to satisfy all our needs," Ukyo seconded as she grabbed onto his other arm.

"Pervert!" Akane screamed as Ranma glanced at the now naked girls latched onto him.

"Akane, face it, you'll never be able to compete with these girls," Ranma stated as he pulled Ukyo and Kodachi closer to him. "Not only are they better looking then you, but they can cook and fight! I don't know what I ever saw in you, you're uncute and built like a brick!"

Grabbing a tighter hold of Ranma the three naked rivals took turns kissing him. "I'm definitely going to be a man amongst men after tonight!"


Slipping out of the short haired girl's dream the succubae shook their collective heads.

"You'd think she was a nun." Shifting out of her assumed appearance as the psychotic younger Kuno, the oldest of the succubae sisters felt strangely dirty as she left the prude girl's dream.

"She so repressed!" Susan, the Ukyo-succubus, stated. "Just slipping into her dream makes me feel like I've done something wrong."

"She really is built like a brick," Brea, the Shampoo-succubus, added. "She can't cook, and she's so violent; you'd think she was the one who wanted to be 'a man amongst men'."

Half-listening to the succubae the vampire continued to page through Ranma's dream log. Unlike the succubae that could amuse themselves by sifting through the dreams of the people who Ranma had kissed when they were asleep, the vampire was left to other devices to entertain himself. Though he was primarily responsible for keeping the armor demon's berserker urges contained Lynx still managed to find time to sift through Ranma's memories.

Though Ranma had experienced so much his mind was very chaotic and disorganized. After just a few days in Ranma's subconscious the vampire found that the cursed boy didn't categorize his memories chronologically or even through order of most memorable which proved to be very vexing to the logical vampire. Like the chaos that enveloped his life Ranma's subconscious seemed to group memories as good or bad, then by relevance of the lesson/skill/technique that he had learned or used. As such all of Ranma's favorite memories revolved around the arts and proving himself against an opponent and the enjoyment or satisfaction that he had when he had bested an opponent or mastered a technique.

With Sonya's help the vampire was slowly starting to make sense of the disorder that was Ranma's subconscious. Unable to change or alter the memories of the vessel that contained them, the bound souls were able to access and view the memories without disturbing the cursed boy as he went about the day.

"Hey!" the vampire cried out as he found a particularly interesting dream in Ranma's dream log. "Look at this!"


It was rare for Akane wake up radiating so much rage and anger. Sleep was supposed to calm her, not make her more upset. Yet the disturbing image of Ranma entwined with the naked forms of Kodachi, Ukyo, and Shampoo had disturbed the youngest Tendo daughter.

While some would have attempted to analyze their dreams to find the cause of their unease, Akane was not built to analyze. No, Akane was built to focus her anger, not rationalize it. Muttering several curses, Akane gathered then focused her rage before slipping on her gi and heading down to the dojo to smash several dozen undeserving bricks.


Somewhere else in Japan a brown haired youth was enjoying his dream of several hundred attractive young maidens; each with a different shade of hair color, build, height, facial features, and personal style of dress.

Kissing the hand of a slender, leggy brunette the handsome youth slowly pulled her so that he could get a better look at her sharply defined face. Another beauty to add to my collection, he thought as he closed his eyes and kissed her red lips. Disengaging from the kiss Mikado Sanzenin opened his eyes so that he could take in the look of pleasant surprise on the beautiful brunette's face.

"I would date with you," the masculine brunette stated as he stared intently into Mikado's eyes.

Startled, Mikado tried to push off of the taller boy. Struggling to pull himself away the kiss stealing youth found himself surrounded by an army of youths wearing blue and dark gray kendo outfits.

"I love you, I would date with you," they all whispered soothingly.

Running frantically Mikado found himself in pool with the now bare-chested Kuno.

"I love you," Kuno whispered affectionately, "I would date with you."

"AAHHHH!"


Looking at the monitor Kazumi signed. As one of Ranma's partners the paparazzi girl knew better then to sleep when the succubus influenced cursed boy was asleep. Having had several interesting dreams starring herself and Ranma, Kazumi knew first hand how memorable her influenced dreams could be. While the perky brunette tended to enjoy those altered dreams, she had promised her partner that she would stay awake while the cursed boy slept.

Taking her eyes off the monitor she sighed as she though of what those seductive and sensual succubae would have made her dream. Given his lack of control over the succubae Ranma still was unable to keep the lustful demons from affecting the girls' dreams while he was awake. Sleeping while the girls were awake simply kept Ranma from actually intruding or entering into their dreams.

Casually brushing several black hairs back from Ranma's forehead she gently caressed his forehead and cheek. Despite appearing defenseless Kazumi knew that even asleep Ranma was able to dodge and evade nearly any attacks. And yet he had allowed her to brush back a few strands of hair. Perhaps the cursed boy had a valid reason to choose her as one of his perspective partners.


Entering the café the tracker noticeably sniffed the air, declaring himself to the other hunter teams in the eatery. Flashing a quick sign to the first lieutenant the tracker waited for the quick reply before heading over to a vacant table. Slowly the five member team seated themselves at their table.

Glancing over at the newest team to join in on the hunt Hakkon wondered if the new addition would live up to their reputation. Known as the Desert Vipers, the five lizard men were renown for their alchemic skills rather then their battle prowess. Having built their reputation as hired muscle they had recently taken on more local bounties as they began to establish their territory. If not for the fact that word of the elusive bounty being in the Vipers' territory Hakkon was sure that Silver would not have included the brash team in the temporary coalition.

Spotting the muscular beastman's signal the incubus moved over to the table reserved for the leaders of the various teams so that they could trade information and formulate some sort of plan for dealing with the bounty. Sitting beside his longtime friend, Hakkon settled down for what he hoped was another short meeting.

With few leads since his meeting with Takahata, the incubus had been forced to relay the information that Ranma was at least able to prevent the incubus from infiltrating his dreams. While the elusive boy was able to slip into the dreams of those he kissed because of the succubae that were bound to him, Ranma lacked the ability to purposely seek out individuals in the dreamscape. Being able to feed off the sexual desires of strangers, succubae and incubi were able to easily invade the dreams of anyone that lusted after them or whom they had marked, but they also had the ability to purposely invade and alter the dreams of complete stranger.

Listening to the other leaders repeating the same old information the incubus found himself unconsciously reading the thoughts of the other teams' second in command. Finding nothing of relevance he slowly began to withdraw from the others' minds before scanning the crowd for their surface thoughts.

the cute girls…

Gateport incident…

at the Nameless…

Ostia Tournament…

expensive airship…

Yuna's breasts…

Team Negima…

new bounty postings…

return to old world…

just one grab…

scorpions attacked the caravan…

shapely legs…

huge bounty…

damned lakni…

summer vacation…

Minerva Cup…

Team Korwin…

getting back to Mahora…

Ostia to meet up with Negi…

cute ass…

perky breasts…

Snapping to attention Hakkon tried to retrace his telepathic scan.

I'm sure Negi-sensei has some sort of plan to get us back to the old world.

I can't believe so many of your classmates were on the reward posters Misora-chan. But who's that Ranma guy? He's not one of the students.

"Neither is Kotaro, but he has been hanging out with Negi-sensei a lot lately," the short haired girl replied.

Spotting the quartet of girls seated at one of the tables by the eastern wall of the building the incubus signaled the other at the table. Discreetly the leaders signaled their teams all the while continuing their discussion.


"Ahh!"

"Pervert!"

"Peeping tom!"

"Flasher!"

"No, you don't understand!" a well muscled youth shouted as he ran from the horde of girls in the bathhouse.

Aside from being lost (which wasn't new) and in a completely new (at least he thought so) region the perpetually lost boy had been picked up by some little girl (also not new) and forcibly brought to bathhouse. While not part of his regular routine, the sturdy and rugged fighter was not unfamiliar with this particular routine.

Never one to strike the helpless, even in his piglet form, Ryoga couldn't fight back against the small girl or her odd companion when the blonde girl picked him up, after all, she was only ten or so, and couldn't know any better. Even in his cursed form Ryoga knew that he was deceptively strong and was more then capable of injuring the tiny girl, as such he couldn't lash out at her, despite her evil grin. Even when the blonde girl had dropped him into the hot water Ryoga could only think of the fastest way to get out of the bathhouse without hurting the girls around while also sustaining the fewest injuries as possible.

Only things hadn't gone the way he had thought they would. Silently thanking his enhanced durability, Ryoga leapt out of the bath as he endured the endless barrage of projectiles – brushes, buckets, bars of soap, shaving razors, combs, and a sink.

Landing just outside of the edge of the baths Ryoga had hoped that he would be in the clear. Unfortunately he had not anticipated the large swath of soapy film coating the floor. Never one to land gracefully the lost boy slipped on the slick floor before sliding into the showers. Seeing more supple female flesh than he currently desired Ryoga closed his eyes as he forced himself back to his hands and knees while enduring thundering kicks and slaps that would make even a rage induced Akane proud.

Crawling through the barrage of kicks, punches, and over hand strikes Ryoga couldn't help but envy the perverted Happosai's tiny frame as it would prove very useful in avoiding the relentless but seemingly justified attacks from the supposedly helpless patrons of the bathhouse.

Watching the mayhem Eva couldn't help but smile. Toying with Ranma's primary rival had been more fun then even she expected. Maybe I can keep myself entertained without.