Magitech - Mahora: Nursing Dangers [Episode 144014]

Ranma kept his eyes closed and didn’t stir a muscle, as was his habit on waking up.  His assessment of the situation was “not good.”  It was a simple conclusion based on the press of nubile girl bodies on top of his, and the soft springy mattress beneath.  While a comfortable enough position for the moment, the awareness had caused his danger sense to begin flailing its metaphorical arms and shouting alarum.

Since nobody moved for a whole moment, Ranma risked cracking open an eyelid for more information.  A bedroom of some sort, he decided first and most alarmingly.  The girls he identified as his triple bundle of trouble: Fuu, Umi, and Hikaru.  Nice enough girls when taken one on one, and they got along very well together on most occasions, except for the one thing they could not agree on: who got Ranma.

They’d obviously brought him to the room to be cared for after Hikaru’s power surge.  The sweet girl was in control of her fire aura most of the time, except when her emotions ran hot, and they ran hot over one thing, unfortunately.  Except for that, Ranma considered her to be like a loveable kid sister.

His eyes opened wider as more awareness flooded in.  Oh, yes, they’d brought him back to nurse him to health alright.  They’d even changed into cute ‘nurse’ outfits for the occasion.  Then they’d simply collapsed from exhaustion right on top of him, and snuggled up in their sleep.

‘Oh boy!’ Ranma thought, coming wide awake at once.  He loosened his limbs, dislocating several joints in the process, and reached for the headboard.  Then he pulled ye olde “yank the tablecloth away without disturbing the dinner ware“ trick.  Houdini-fu!

A moment of perching on the headboard by his hands passed before a relieved Ranma was sure the girls slept on undisturbed, then he hopped onto the floor and tippy toed away.  At least this time they had not tried to ‘loosen his shirt so he can breath properly’ nor administer ‘C.P.R.’

The door creaked open, causing a moment of panic, but he slipped out and closed it softly behind him.  In the darkened hallway he allowed himself to breathe a sigh of relief for escaping the situation, then took in his surroundings more fully.

It was a very nice hallway and dark, he realised, only because it was late enough in the evening for the hall lights to be dimmed.  He’d slept the day away, apparently.  No matter, he’d just sneak outside and find a nice comfortable tree to sleep in until come morning.

He’d come to that decision just about when a voice interrupted his furtive flight to ask, “what are you doing here?”

‘Not good,’ Ranma surmised as he turned to face his accuser.  He instantly revised his conclusion.  “Er… would you believe trying to get out, Sensei?”

“The girls were supposed to take you to the nurses office,” the sleepy boy muttered.  “Shizuna-sempai has been looking all over for you.”

“Uh, I…”

“Come on, we’d best get you out of here before someone finds you.”

“Before whom finds who?” a cold voice interrupted their escape.  “Negima-sensi, you’d better have a good reason for sneaking this boy into the dorm at this time of night.”

‘Now that’s not good,’ Ranma concluded immediately as he turned to see a girl holding the second biggest war fan he’d ever seen.  Quickly, he began, “Look, I can explain…”

The door creaked open, a sleepy Hikaru peeped out, rubbed her eyes and mumbled, “R’ma, wh’sha doin’.  Come ba’ t’ bed…”

Ranma froze.  The words, “that’s not what it sounds like,” died unsaid on his lips as the girl in the hall seemed to grow a foot or three in height and positively burned with rage.

“I’ll show you what happens to perverts around here!” Asuna cried as her aura flared and channeled up her device.   With an emphatic cry of “Wind  Blossom  Abjuration!”,  the room was suddenly filled with cherry blossoms drifting on the wind.  No, Ranma corrected a moment later, not petals, but scraps of a very red-faced girl’s uniform.

Everything grew quiet.  Nobody dared move, except for the blush rapidly spreading across Asuna’s face.  The boys seemed unable to even think; their brains had completely skipped out on early vacation. 

“What’s going on out here!?” one of several girls demanded as doors jerked open.

“I’m not sure, Class Rep.” someone replied drowsily, “but Asuna yelled something about putting on a show for these boys.”

“Oh, so now you’re sneaking boys into the dorm and putting on a strip tease in the halls? Honestly Asuna, how low class can you get?”

“That’s not what happened, Ayaka!” protested Asuna.  “I hate being so resistant to magic that it messes up my own spells!”

“That’s your excuse every time,” Ayaka observed.   “Face it, girl, you're just no good at spellcraft.   Maybe becoming a burlesque dancer is a good idea … it's all you seem to be good at.”

‘Should we sneak away during the distraction?’ Ranma whispered to the child teacher.

‘I’m sure everything will soon be explained, calmly and rationally, to everyone’s satisfaction,’ Negima whispered back.

‘Pshaw—yeah, right.’