101 Dalmatian Street 
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 Liviing Legend in London

Written by Perkele and GhostWolf
Original Character and Story Directed By GhostWolf

The folllow is fan-fiction story, 101 Dlmatian Street are all owned by Disney Channel,Passion Animation Studios, Atomic Cartoons
and The series is loosely based on the 1956 novel The Hundred and One Dalmatians by Dodie Smith.
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Prologue: A new Protector

Part 1: A Beginning 

Making wired sound form Dawkins devices pad and recording "Is it recording Dawkins?" Dawkins wishpers "Yes yes go! It's starting!" a pup saw red dot mean it's recording
*Oh right!" A unknown pup walks back to turn to the camera of Dawkins pad and see a pup with fully tail, small black shirt, two fully black ears, wearing his small black and yellow shirt and red dog collar with a light blue shiny crystal shard.
Hi there! Guess you don't know who I am right? Hehe, don't worry, as you see my best foster brother Dawkins wants me to record the story about my life and how did I end up here at 101 Dalmatian Street.
Well allow me introduce myself, my name is Akira Tasuki, I am a hybrid of a Dalmatian dog and a White Wolf and I'm adopted of Dalmatian Family.
I will tell you a story about myself.

It all started a long time ago. 
My mother's name is Abigail, and she is a British Dalmatian from the wealthy family of our hostess, miss Haley.

They had come to Tokyo for a month, a break from the dusty and clogged London.  Learn about Asian culture, nation, and customs.
My mother really liked Japan, and sometimes she wanted to come back here with all of us and live a quiet life. Not in these crowded neighborhoods, but that's not the point.

A month has passed since the first day my mother lived in Japan. And one day her life changed forever, just like our hostess's. Miss Haley met the man of her dreams, a young Japanese man named Tasuki, after whom I got my last name, Tasuki.
But not only people met their love. My mother met a beautiful and strong snow-white wolf. It was my father, Akio. And a happy chance that people and animals fell in love at first sight.  It was a true love that could not be destroyed.

When it was time to leave, Tasuki decided to make an offer for Haley's hand and heart.  Just like my dad suggested to my mom. Already in London, they had a wedding and were happy...

A year passed and there was one more happy moment in the life of my parents and hosts. 
I was born.
I vaguely remember those times, but sometimes I remember moments when I imagined myself as the hero of some action movie or Japanese movie.

I was imagining myself as a fighter and a brawler, That I'm a master of Shotokan Karate. I had a great passion for it. At first it was just a game, but modern, it started to turn into my skills. I learned these types of martial arts and was ready to protect my family.
 
My father supported me in this and always helped me in the development of Shotokan.  My mother was afraid that my antics would turn into wounds and bruises... 
I admit there were such moments... But I know that she loves me and just doesn't want to, to maim myself and our hosts. But when you get one thing, you lose something else.  Due to the fact that I was a hybrid of dog and wolf.

I had a big flaw. My jaw was very weak, and I could hardly open my mouth.  Because of this, very often the owners took me to the vet. My mother cried sometimes, afraid that one day I would never open my mouth. 
But, the doctors have done their job and now I easily, even if sometimes with discomfort, open my mouth.

Hailey also saw my skill, and she decided to give me a small shirt, black and very comfortable.  On the back of which was written in Japanese Kanji "Ookami" known as "Wolf" Miss Haley is really a very good seamstress, Thank her for lovable gift.

However, I didn't just love martial arts and traning with my father.  Our host, Tasuki, was an amazing artist.  His paintings were really beautiful.  I always liked to watch, as Tasuki working with the brushes, he shows his great potential of his work. 
They were landscapes,  still lifes, and I even remember that he made a portrait of someone. Unfortunately, no matter how hard I try to learn to draw, I've never been good as Tasuki...
but I never give up on it, I always keep trying my best as long as I enjoy it and I'm sure our host Tasuki supporting me all the way.  But, over time laster, I started to draw better, not perfect, but definitely better than before.

When I was 2 months old. My father decided to give me a gift. It wasn't a toy, no. It was a light blue shiny crystal shard. Father kept it for a long time.  As he told me, he got this crystal from his father, that is, from my grandfather.

Mother did not understands why gives this puppy a strange crystal.  But I didn't argue with my father, I was just as happy about the gift as I was.

My life was perfect. 
Mother and Father loved each other. 
The owners too, This is like a one big happy family together.

Until ... everything changed...

I remember it as if it happened yesterday... My Father and I decided to take a walk in the Park. To practice shotokan karate and just spend time together, but everything changed when we got back.

Our house... it ... it burned all over...

My father and I were in shock. We didn't know what to do. Then my father told me to stay here while he ran into the burning house.
I wanted to follow him, but my father strictly ordered me to stay outside... 20 minutes have passed since then... and I couldn't stand it.

Running into a burn house and trying to find the owners and my parents, screaming and trying to find someone... But the smoke... I was gasping for breath... when I lost consciousness, I thought that this was my end... suddenly... 
The crystal my father had given me around my neck glowed brighter than any fire.

I woke up not far from home... more accurately... what's left of it.

I couldn't believe my eyes. 
All the I knew and loved, all of whom I swear to protect... they died...
It's hard to put into words what I felt... what I wanted to do... I lost everything... home, owners ... mother... and father...
For several hours I cried incessantly as I howled in pain of sadness...

A week later, I reached the city of London with its blocks and high-rise buildings. Eating leftovers, or food that I was given by caring people, I thought only about one thing... what now, where to go and why to live?

At night, I have the same nightmares: the house, it is burning, my parents and owners... and I look and I can't help it. I failed to save my family. Everything is so terrible that I couldn't do anything about it until one day I accidentally met The guru meow religion.

I didn't hate cats, I just didn't like them, but they helped me, they told me about "The Guru Meow" and his teachings. That very help me.

At first I thought it was complete nonsense, but then. I began to notice more and more that it helps me. I don't know how it works.
But there were fewer nightmares now.

I found a little comfort... and now I had a desire not to cry, or grieve.
I have some questions, namely:
Where the fire came from, whether it was an accident, or someone did it. And what kind of crystal is this, and what can be connected all of this?

I've been living on the streets of London for two weeks now. I can't say I'm happy about it, it's always cold, I don't have any leads or any evidence at all. I just exist, though... as I've learned, rumor has it that I'm now a living legend in London... why so?

It's very simple, I fought a lot. Not only for food, but also if I saw any dogs molesting the weak or defenseless. Also playing was the fact that I was a puppy and many underestimated me... what a mistake it was for them.

I didn't just fight regular mutts or cats... I had problems with a certain dog mafia and even a whole Legion of cats. Scars on the face make themselves felt, painful, but bearable. Like I said, I'm a living legend. 

Everyone is afraid of me, doesn't respect me, dont care...

End of Part 1!