The definition of save

A male of around 19 walked slowly through a dark forest as it rained. His silver hair was easily recognized as it was tied in a short ponytail. His name was Kabuto Yakushi, the spy and medical ninja for Orochimaru, one of the Sannin. It was unheard of for Kabuto to be wandering around without orders from Orochimaru. And he wasn't under orders. He had fled from the base when Orochimaru had gotten angry at him for spacing out while he had been trying to make a lethal poison. There was a small cut on Kabuto's right wrist where a shard of glass from the beaker that he had dropped cut him. He looked at the cut, which was still bleeding, as he sat down under a tree. For some reason, he felt no need to heal it. He put his arms on his knees as he drew them to his chest and buried his face in them, not sure what to do.

"…Kabuto?"

Kabuto lifted his head slightly.

"Is that you?"

He looked up fully to see a young boy of 12 watching him. The boy's spiky yellow hair drooped slightly, showing he had probably been training in the rain while the boy's blue eyes were a mix between curiosity and caution.

"Naruto…?" Kabuto asked warily. "Why are you here?"

"Training. Why are you here?"

"Does it matter?" Kabuto looked away, placing his chin on his arms. He waited for a few seconds before asking, "Well?"

"…Well, what?"

"Aren't you going to attack me?"

"Why would I do that?"

"I'm your enemy! Remember?"

"I know."

"If you have no use for me, then you can kill me. It's not like I care."

"…Why would I do that?"

Kabuto looked at Naruto like he was nuts, and frankly to Kabuto, he was. "I work for Orochimaru, I'm a spy, we took your best friend Sasuke, and we're alone. Do I need to explain again? I am your enemy."

Naruto shrugged. "Well…I thought about it and I think that everyone deserves a second chance. Even you."

Yeah, he was nuts. Maybe the Kyuubi had gotten to him.

"Whatever." Kabuto looked away gain. "Do what you want. I don't--"

"You're bleeding!"

Kabuto looked as Naruto took his hand and looked at his cut.

"What happened? More importantly, why haven't you healed it? I thought you could do that."

"I didn't want to." Kabuto took his hand away. "I don't have to."

"You remind me of Sasuke with your stubbornness."

"…I'm not like that jerk."

"There you go again. See? You've been around him too long." Naruto started to search around in his pockets, looking for something. "I knew I had some." He pulled out some bandages. "This should do it, I hope." Naruto took Kabuto's hand again and started to wrap the bandages around his wrist. "There we go." He ran a finger along the seal to the bandage to close it and let Kabuto's hand go.

Kabuto looked at his wrist curiously, wondering why Naruto had done that. He looked up at Naruto as the boy stood up. "Why did you--"

"Well, you better get out of the rain before you catch a cold. I hope your wrist gets better. See you later!" Naruto trotted away, waving. "Hopefully!"

Kabuto looked at his wrist once again, then back up at where Naruto had disappeared, then back down at his wrist. "…Why am I always the one being saved?" He muttered, as he stood up and decided to head back to Orochimaru's hideout as the rain slowly stopped.