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Voice

Buster Bunny was practically skipping down the hallway. He felt like he was one of the luckiest toons in the universe.

He wore a huge, almost idiotic smile on his face with pride knowing that most of the other students felt the exact same way he did. Every one of his peers that he saw seemed to be almost ecstatic as they expressed equal enjoyment. Everyone was smiling or chatting happily or running through the halls completely engulfed in the current rush of pleasure.

And, of course, who wouldn't have been delighted at the current events in the Looniversity.

Around 10 a.m. that morning the upstairs chemistry lad exploded resulting in the entire second floor being flooded with a fine, green slime as well as the ENTIRE school being filled with the smell of rotten eggs and sulfur.

Who would be happy about that? You're probably thinking, right?

Well, after the janitors told Principle Bugs Bunny that it would take three days to get the proper cleaning equipment and protective gear, five days to clean up the vile slime, and only God knows how long to get the smell out, Bugs announced that the school was going to he closed for two weeks.

Everyone was leaving the school now, students poring out of the school in droves while shouting how they would spend their surprise vacation.

Wouldn't it have figured Buster would have had to annoying, horrible, mental ill teacher that would assign homework on the joyous occasion? Or, did it make even more sense that as soon as he was out the doors he realized he had forgotten that textbook that said teacher had assigned homework in?

That's how Buster got in his current position. He was no longer smiling or skipping but instead looking very irritated as he jogged back to his locker down the deserted hallways of his smelly school.

He stopped in front of a row of dull red lockers and quickly spotted number 749.

"8-32-14," he repeated to himself as he turned the dial of the lock.

The lock loosened and he swung the metal door opened to retrieve the textbook that stood in his way.

"Why do teachers use these," Buster started talking to himself, "probably just to see what its like to use a cruel, efficient, torture device."

He chuckled a little and reminded himself to tell Babs that one later.

Really, Buster couldn't figure out why anyone thought textbooks would be the paramount way to teach kids. Like did they think that boring things could make them memorize facts faster or something?

Buster stopped dead in his tracks when a loud sound ripped him out of his thoughts. He started running toward the sound. Buster always tried to help other people or toons or even animals no matter what situation they were in.

He stopped to one side of the hallway where it opened out into a small area in front of a staircase that led to the second floor.

In this area, lying on the floor was Calamity Coyote surrounded by dozens of scattered books.

Calamity Coyote was the local school science genius. Everyone knew he was a nerd so Buster wasn't really surprised at the site that lay before him. People also figured that he was mute from birth because he only spoke with signs.

In addition to being the whiz kid, he was also school's black sheep. Some students whispered that even Wile E. Coyote thought of him as a failure because he hadn't caught Little Beeper yet. As a mater of fact, Calamity was also he cause of the slime that was leaking down the staircase at that very moment.

"Oh no,"

This sound. This voice. It was unfamiliar and almost cold with an underlying hint of tiredness. More surprising was the fact that it was coming from Calamity. Even more surprising was the fact that it sounded feminine.

Buster jumped and shouted, "You can talk?!"

Calamity shout backed back. She wasn't expecting to see Buster standing right behind her while she lay on the dirty school floor.

She stood up quickly to face him and glanced around. The secret was out and there was no use lying about it.

She swallowed, "Y-yes."

No doubt about it. That voice definitely belonged to a female.

This time, her voice wasn't as cold as some of its sadness was eaten away by shock but it still sounded a little tired and dusty, probably from lack a use.

"You're a girl?!" Buster was shouting again but he didn't really know why.

Calamity flinched a little, "Yes."

Buster forced himself to calm down. Some thing new was in the air other than the stink of sulfur. But what was it? Shock? Embarrassment? Awkwardness? Fear? Angst?

Buster didn't know what to do. Should he turn around and pretend this never happened? Should he turn Calamity in to the other students as being a full blow cross dresser and a liar?

Maybe but neither of those would satisfy the aching questions in Buster's brain.

Buster swallowed hard. He was going for the straightforward approach even if it meant adding more of that atrocious, unknown emotion to the air.

"W-why don't you were clothes?" Buster stuttered.

"Fifi doesn't."

What was a better way to answer a serious question than with a true, real-life example?

"Why do you have a boy's name?"

"Calamity Jane was a women."

"Why did you speak only through signs?"

Calamity paused before she answered, "…umm…Professor Coyote said it would help me with my role."

She thought for a second about telling Buster that Wile E. had always discreetly but firmly hinted that he had wanted a male protégé but decided against it. Why risk adding even more pressure to the situation?

Buster let out a breath that he didn't know he had been holding. Instantly he realized that he was getting nauseous from the rotten egg stink. He bent down and hurriedly started to pick up Calamity's books. She instantly joined him.

Both toons had a stack in hand and Calamity reached for her belongings that Buster was holding but he shrugged her away.

"C'mon," Buster started, "you'll trip again if you carry these all by yourself. Let's just get out of here."

"Sure," Calamity answered.

They walked side by side to the exit doors.

A/N: I don't why I wrote this. I don't blame you if you don't like the pairing. I think this is the first Buster X Calamity out there. I may turn this into a story but I already have two others unfinished so updates will probably be far in between.

I'd like to dedicate this to my sister who loves Tiny Toons and said I should try to write some drama or angst.