This here is just a place where I can publish persona fanfic that I thought up. Of course I try to make it differently each one, some even may related to one another and, of course, have different pairings. If people like it I might add something they requested, if it's interesting enough of course.

Now this is an AU where the PT is there in the real world and is indeed a justice bringing gentleman thieves group. Don't take it too seriously. These is also my experiment writing P5 characters, and if you haven't yet played P5 go do it or watch youtube.

Disclaimer: I own shit. So don't go bringing those Lawyers Atlus, I have no money for you.

I do hope you enjoy.

P.S: I am not english origin, nor is it my original language so give me a break regarding the grammar.

P.S.S: Haru is secretly a sadist. Just saying.

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Axel Yamamoto present:

Of Noble and Thieves

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It's always the same thing for her, again and again no matter how she wishes for it to change. How she desire it to change.

Perhaps it is the curse of the blessing she possess? Born into wealth and nobility she could have anything she wanted that money can buy with one single payment for it all: Freedom. All the riches and luxury, but she can't have the one thing that all human possess.

It is pretty ironic.

"It is done Milady."

Her brown eyes blink as they stare at the direct reflection of her image. Chin length fluffy light auburn hair accompany by a light pink dress of high, halter neckline with a keyhole cutout. On her neck is a golden necklace with crimson ruby attach to it, clearly no hiding how expensive the piece of accessory is.

"Lady Okumura? Is something to your displeasure?" The maid that helped groom her hair asks.

Haru Okumura flinches when the maid spoke. "Ah, no it is not a problem. Thank you, you may leave." She forced a smile to the maid who bow and quickly leave the room. She has nothing to do with her dilemma, it is not right to bring her down with her.

Slowly Haru stood up from her chair, her eyes still watching her reflection from the mirror. Her eyes, filled with hopelessness and forlorn emotion of accepting her fate as a puppet for her father to expand his influence. She is nothing more than a doll, a living breathing pawn to be use and discard by her father.

And yet she…

"Help… Me…"

She's nothing but a coward wishing for justice that may never come.

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The party that her father had arranged for the evening is grand. Reserving a luxurious international hotel as the event location, the extravagant large ballroom is filled with men and women wearing expensive clothes with brands that possess international pedigree. Food buffet filled with expensive meals some can only dream of having and wines some only heard on television.

This is a party reserve for the rich and famous, an event Haru Okumura is forced to endure even when she's young.

She walks through the party next to her father as eyes of the people there went to them. They whisper among themselves—plotting, she's sure—and some even gave her predatory glances, to her body to be exact. It's not the first time this had happened of course, but she can never get used to the feeling of eyes eyeing her as potential prey.

It makes her sick.

"Ah Okumura-san, good evening." A sickly sweet voice enters her hearing as a familiar form show itself. Brown hair and expensive white suits, she knew who this is even from afar. His face and eyes that makes her sick can never be purge from her memory. "Haru, dearest, how are you?" He walks toward her, take her right hand and kiss it.

Swallowing her feeling Haru offers a forced smile, "G-Good evening, Sugimura-san."

This… Person, Sugimura, is her supposed 'fiancée' arrange by her father to increase his influence even further than it already is. There's nothing good about him except his wealth, his personality is sickening and his eyes always see her like she's some kind of toy for him. It disgusts her.

"Ah, Sugimura-kun, how are you? I hope your father is well?" Her father returns the greeting with a smile on his face.

Sugimura turn his attention to her father, "Yes of course, he unfortunately can't attend today's event. However he did send his regards to you, Okumura-san."

"Is that so? Then please send my best regard to him as well."

The two of them then went on conversations about politics and businesses, something that Haru barely pay any attention to. Slowly and subtlety she remove herself from her father and fiance's company and make her way through the rich strangers loitering around the place. Her brown eyes spotted something on one of the buffet table near the corner—hot coffee's—and her interest instantly peak as she made her way to the table. She rarely drinks coffee, but right now she really needs one.

"Enjoying the night, Miss?"

Haru's face snaps toward the attendant behind the coffee table. He's standing taller than her wearing the same white uniform as the other attendants in the room, black, messy hair and a face that, dare she said it, charming. She flusters at his kind smile, but clear her throat. "Ah yes, thank you for asking. May I have some coffee, please?" Of course a person of her statue usually doesn't need to ask, as her father had said once, but she did anyway since it is more polite.

His smile turn into a smirk for some reason, "Of course," His hands move quickly and efficiently—marking him as someone who is very proficiency in using his hands—and pour her a cup in an extravagant manners. With a polite bow like a prince asking a princess for a dance he offers her the cup. "Milady."

The weirdly extravagant act made her fluster once again, "O-Oh, thank you." Grabbing the cup she slowly begins to drink the black, warm and freshly smelt coffee.

And she fell in love with it.

The taste spread to her tongue as her eyes widened, it is earthly and smooth, with soft aroma but less bitter than most coffee she usually drink back home. "W-Wow… What coffee is this?"

"It is called Kopi Luak from Indonesia." The attendant answers her question, "The coffee beans came from the dropping of Palm Civet Cats that ate coffee beans."

"E-Eh?! You mean t-this is… Poop?"

The attendant chuckles, "It is indeed, and a one pound bag of these… poops, cost around 100 to 600 dollar."

"Eh?! That expensive?!" Yet despite having the knowledge that it is basically poop, she can't stop herself from drinking the liquid till its empty. "… M-May I perchance have another?"

"Of course." Taking her cup he easily pour another one in his extravagant way. "Please, enjoy." He smile charmingly at her, which made her blush again.

"T-Thank you." Another sip from the coffee and she can feel herself relaxing.

The attendant stares at her enjoying his coffee, "Milady, are you perhaps the daughter of Okumura-sama?"

That question almost make her spill her coffee, "Ah, uhm, y-yes I am. My name's Haru Okumura." She politely introduce herself.

"Ah, is that so? Then my name is… Akira, it is a pleasure to meet you, Haru-sama." He bow toward her, which made her fluster as she shook her head.

"P-Please, it's okay." The stiffness of the party is too much for her as it is. "Call me Haru is okay… As long as you're not going to get in trouble."

The attendant seems surprise at her words, but he return to his usual, charming smile. "As you wish… Haru-san. Though I might be out of my bound in asking this, but I can't help but notice you are not enjoying yourself in this party?"

Haru flinch at the question, is it that obvious? "Well… I…"

"Is it perhaps because of your fiancé?"

Now that made her eyes wide, "How did you—"

"Tell me something, Haru-san, what if you have can have the one thing you want the most?" His voice is quite, yet it is loud enough for her to hear him, "What if you can have the chance at freedom?"

Freedom

The words she always hopes for yet always seem foreign to her. The only time she had a semblance of this sentence is at school where she is free to garden at the roof whenever she wanted. Tending her plants and the dirt, watching the grow healthy, all without the restriction of her father.

And yet…

"I…"

"HARU." A voice snap her out of her musing as a strong hand grab hers, "There you are! Do you know how annoying it is to find you?!" He father annoyed face is what greeted her.

"A-Ah… I'm sorry, father."

He sighs, "Never mind that then, come. I wish to make an announcement to the people here."

"R-Right." She put the cup at the table and take a one last look at the attendant who is staring at her in… Determined face? She doesn't have the luxury of thinking of his expression as her father pulls her away from the table and through the crowd into the middle of the room where her disgusting fiancé is waiting.

"EVERYONE! MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION, PLEASE?" Her father loud and commending voice earn everyone attention in an instant, "First of all I would like to thank you for attending to this event, and I hope everyone enjoy themselves with all of the services provided here." Some people raise their glasses to the air as a sign of confirmation, "Secondly, I would like to announce the wedding day of my daughter!"

That, that made her entire body freeze.

What?

"In two weeks my daughter Haru and Sugimura-kun will have their wedding in this very hotel!" Everyone in the ballroom claps their hands with fake smiles attached to their face.

Two weeks…

Haru felt weak. She felt she can just faint here, perhaps die. Maybe death would be a much simpler solution than to suffer more of this. Her legs is shaking, as if wanting her to just let go and fall here and now.

Her wedding in two weeks…

She wanted to scream, she wanted to let her objection out. How she detest this relationship, how she just want to be left alone and decide her own fate.

How she wanted to…

How she…

"What if you can have the chance at freedom?"

The voice of the attendant echoes through her mind. Her freedom…

She wanted it… She wanted her freedom! She wanted to be able to dictate her fate! She doesn't want a loveless marriage just so her father can extend his influence! She wanted to be happy!

She wants freedom!

As if answering her call, it happened.

The light of the entire hotel died. Darkness shrouded everything as panic screams and voices starts to echoes throughout the room. She can hear her father asking what the hell is going on, letting go of his hands off hers as he keeps demanding to know the situation.

Then she felt something—a gentle arm envelops itself around her waist and pulls her behind. "Wha-?" another hand stops her mouth to let out another sound as a voice whispers itself on her ear, sending her shivers.

"Everything's going to be okay."

Someone's is guiding her somewhere, but his calm and gentle voice put out any resistance from her as she let herself be move by this mysterious person. Then her guide stop, and from the corner of her eyes who are somewhat adapted to the darkness she could see the row of buffet tables around her, meaning she's somewhere near the side room.

Then the light flash back on, and it was then she see her mysterious guide.

A messy black hair with a black trench coat with gray collared shirt and a white bird-shaped mask with a black design around the eyes are what greeter her eyes. His expression is a familiar smirk as he looks at the confused guests.

"O-Over there!" One of the guests yelled while pointing his finger toward them.

"Wha-?! HARU!" Her father pushes the guests aside as he glares at the mysterious figure. "WHO ARE YOU?! GIVE MY DAUGHTER BACK THIS INSTANT!" He roars.

Yet instead of cowering in fear he chuckles. He chuckles as he looks at her father with a mocking expression. "Your daughter? You, who will sold his own flesh and blood for power would demand such a thing?"

"WHAT?!"

"You, Sir Kunikazu Okumura, the great profiteering sinner of greed, have lost your right to call her your daughter the day you sold her to an immoral person who only see her as a toy." He let her mouth go and point his finger toward her fiancé amongst the guests.

Sugimoto growls and walk forward, "AND WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO CALL ME THAT?!

He chuckles in amusement, "We? We are the Phantom Thieves," Then he hugs Haru with both of his hands, "And we are here to steal your bride." Then he jump backward through the glass as it shatters to pieces dragging her through it.

The Phantom Thieves.

Haru had heard of them, a group of thieves revealing crimes of people to the public. They are rather infamous among the police, yet the people love them. They are like superheroes, fighting for justice in this injustice society. She admires them, and perhaps has a secret desire to join their group.

But she never expected to be stolen like this.

Nor did she know that this is the beginning of the legend of the noble-thieve, Noir.

END

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Axel Yamamoto's Handy Dandy Notebook:

-Kopi Luak (Luak Coffee): Is a coffee that came from Indonesia and is basically a dropping of Palm Civet Cats that consumed coffee beans. The price of this coffee is pretty steep, despite its origin.