Okay, I lied, this chapter might also be rated T, also, it's a sequel of the previous chapter which I ended because reasons.

Chapter Nine: Still Can't Think of an Actual Chapter Name

Alexander looked at Luxord, "I want to go home..."

"We need to get you back to Vexen." Luxord said, carrying Alexander in a way that wouldn't injure him any further.

"But I don't want to go back to Vexen!" Alexandef whined, flailing his limbs like a madman.

"You don't want to flail your limbs, what if one of your limbs hits you in your already ruptured right family jewel?" Luxord asked.

Alexander stopped immediately after Luxord said that.

"Good, now let's go back to Vexen."

"No!" Alexander started trying to hit Luxord.

"Yes," Luxord replied, lending a crisp smack to the seat of Alexander's pants, which shut him up pretty quickly.

"Owwwie..." Alexander whined, now clinging onto Luxord as if his life depeneded on it.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm scared of surgery..."

"Okay then..." Luxord started carrying Alexander back to Vexen's lab.

Meanwhile, Vexen and Xemnas were still arguing.

"Xemnas, go." Vexen growled.

"Nope." Xemnas replied.

"Alexander is traumitized as much as it is, we wouldn't want you to have a little accident and injure him even further."

"Since when do you care about how Alexander feels?"

"Since he joined the organization." Vexen replied.

Luxord knocked on the door to Vexen's lab, and carried Alexander inside and sat him down on the chair. "Listen, I don't want any of you except Vexen near the kid. Alexander's traumitized enough as it is, and I'm pretty sure he just wants to be near his mother whom the existance of hasn't been confirmed yet." Luxord said, "Capiche?"

Alexander kept on clinging to Luxord.

Luxord sighed, "Xemnas, I think you leaving might be best. As I said, the kid's traumitized for life."

Xemnas left, muttering some things under his breath as he did.

Vexen slowly walked towards Alexander, with a small cup of medicine which was supposed to make him fall asleep so that the surgery could take place, "Open wide." Vexen said.

Alexander shook his head, and clamped his mouth closed.

Vexen forced open Alexander's mouth, and poured the medicine in.

Luxord looked at Vexen, "You really needed to do that?"

"It's more efficent and might save his right testicle that way."

Luxord nodded.

Alexander soon fell asleep, still clinging to Luxord.

"How do we... get him off?" Luxord asked.

"Dunno, we'd best start the surgery though."

And since the surgery is such a complex proceedure, I'll simply say that Alexander will never have been in so much pain in his entire life as a nobody.

Halfway through the proceedure, Alexander woke up, the anishtetics had worn out, and Alexander started screaming at the top of his lungs.

Vexen, suprised, accidentally ended up squeezing Alexander's ruptured right testicle with whatever the heck he was using so badly that it would take a very long time to fully recover.

Alexander started crying and clinging onto Luxord even tighter.

"Ack!" Luxord exclaimed, suprised.

"I want to go home! My ballies hurt!" Alexander wailed.

Vexen immediately released whatever was squeezing Alexander's right testicle, and rushed for the anisthetics and sleeping medicine, immediately injecting it into Alexander.

"I WANT MY MOMMY!" Alexander screamed, "LUXORD MAKE HIM STOP HURTING ME!"

Luxord looked at Vexen, "Just get the rest of the surgery over and done with sooner rather than later." Luxord said.

"NOOOOOOO! PLEASE! I WANT TO GO HOME!" Alexander wailed.

"Thirty more seconds until I can resume the proceedure, it may very well end in him with only one functioning testicle, but it'll at least help." Vexen said calmly.

Alexander fell asleep, and slept rather calmly, except for a few soft whimpers every time Vexen's utensils touched his right testicle.

"This is a rather disturbing sight." Luxord said, looking at Alexander.

"Yes, yes it is." Vexen nodded, continuing.

"Are you sure he'll be okay?"

"87.17% sure." Vexen nodded.

"What about the other percentage?"

"I'm not sure how to answer that."

Well, let's just say that the surgery went successful, but poor Alexander, he's gonna have a very painful awakening.

After the surgery...

Alexander woke up, and looked at Luxord, "Is it over?" He asked.

"It's over." Luxord nodded.

Vexen looked at Alexander, "I'm sorry about earlier. Please, don't walk unless you have any scrotal support."

Alexander shook his head, "I still want to go home..." Alexander tried to get up, but immediately sat back down, and his hands cupped over his privates. "It hurts..." He murmured.

"I hate to say I told you so, but..." Vexen started.

"...he told you so." Luxord finished.

"I want to go home..."

"Sure thing. I'll see about if Xemnas could possibly make me your new gaurdian, since you seem awfully scared of Vexen." Luxord suggested.

Vexen looked at Alexander, "I'm sorry..." Vexen murmured.

Alexander hugged Luxord tightly. "I want to come with you!"

"Sorry, I'll be back soon." Luxord said, starting to walk off.

Alexander made it clear that he wanted Luxord to stay by throwing a temper tantrum, and screaming at the top of his lungs.

Vexen hugged Alexander, being careful not to injure him.

Luxord ignored Alexander, and walked towards Xemnas' office, then knocking on the door.

Xemnas sighed, "Come in."

Luxord opened the door, "I was wondering if I could possibly become Alexander's gaurdian? As he seems eather scared of Vexem, and seems terrified of anyone else." Luxord said calmly.

"Sure. As long as you make sure Alexander doesn't get into trouble, and if he does, discipline him." Xemnas replied.

Alexander had cried himself to sleep.

Sorry this chapter was so short, but this is how it is. This mini-series of the surgery and that stuff may continue, or may not. I'm not sure.