To say he was seething with rage was an understatement.

With the new anti-hybrid laws, that removed the guaranteed rights from all hybrids, a massacre of the major clans was ordered by the higher ups to clear out as many of the hybrids as possible. Naoya had expected to either wipe the invaders out or die fighting like a man, like the true Zenin heir. What he hadn't expected was being captured, or the sentencing that followed - that the surviving hybrids be sold off at auction.

He wasn't a pet, yet here he was being toted before you in a cage like one. Wearing nothing but his boxers and a collar. He glared daggers at you through the bars, unmoving as you opened the cage door. His fox tail twitched behind him, his ears sticking straight up. He was tense, ready to bite, shred you apart if you got too close. He only wished his hands weren't bound as well. "Get your disgusting hands away from me." He growled when you got too close.