Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts or the bands/musical artists/songs mentioned in this chapter.

A/N: Yaaaaaay! Second chapter! 48 more to go. XD I'm pretty happy for this chapter. This was supposed to be the first, but then I realized the first one should have some info about why the boys formed the band. Thanks for the reviews, BeyondTheClouds and MonMonCandie! :D They mean a lot! I'm glad you guys liked that chapter! I hope this one is just as good as the first one. I based some of the moments wherein a guy in my old band said, "You're just the drummer! I have to memorize tabs!" and not realize that drumming need practice too. And this has more Vani-Sora-Roxas moments. Ven is just... Ven. XD Please R&R! Enjoy the chapter! And stay tuned for the next one. :) We have a 1 week break from school so I guess I might update this regularly!

Chapter Word Count: 555

P.S. No offense to the fans of "Grenade" by Bruno Mars, if ever you guys read this. XD

Ex Animo

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Inside a large but messy room filled with musical instruments, Ventus was getting pretty annoyed. The blue-eyed blond watched his three brothers quarrel continuously. At the climax of the argument, he exhaled and returned his attention to a book he was reading.

"No way. Screamo isn't my thing."

"Sora's right. Vanitas, you should fix your screwed head."

"Shut up, you two."

"Why should we?"

Ven was getting pretty tired of it. At first, the thought of forming a band with his brothers sounded like the best idea in the world. He couldn't say the same now, though. The eldest of their quadruplet siblinghood, Vanitas, was pretty hardcore and his tastes in music were as dark as his black hair. Roxas, who was 30 minutes younger than Ventus, preferred songs from previous decades, or pop rock. Sora, the youngest, would always go with whatever Roxas liked, but also favored the prominent music of the modern pop culture because of his best friend and object of affection, Kairi.

Their differences caused trouble. It became worse since Vanitas enjoyed picking on their younger brothers and never backed away from a fight.

"Because I'm the eldest, and you have to follow what I say. Got that, Roxy-poo?" Vanitas sneered. His grimly expression made Ven roll his eyes. Roxas and Sora remained as they were and didn't care that Vanitas was glaring at them with his amber, anger-filled eyes.

"You're just the drummer! You can play anything!" Sora exclaimed. "Roxas and I have to play the bass and guitar! It's harder than hitting this and that!"

Vanitas groaned. "Geez, Sora. Drums are complex instruments that deserve much study. So don't whine and say I have to adjust my mad skills for your sissy songs."

The quarrel went on and on. Ventus eyed down his sibling that was his spitting image. Then he turned to the brunet and shook his head. Vanitas definitely hated losing to them.

"Asking Alexandria!"

"The Beatles!"

"Jesse McCartney!"

"My Chemical Romance!"

"The Script!"

"OneRepublic!"

"Can you guys shut it? I'm the vocalist. Shouldn't I pick the songs?"

Three pairs of eyes landed on him with awkward stares. Maybe he shouldn't have said that…?

"Eh. I guess that floats my boat," Vanitas mumbled, rubbing the nape of his neck nervously. "But I hope you do screamo and hardcore rock, Ven. Or I'll haunt you when you sleep."

Sora and Roxas, meanwhile, grinned at each other. "Thank goodness you have good taste in music, Ven!"

Ventus smugly beamed. Of course he had a refined taste in music. After all, that was why he was appointed as the vocalist. Apart from his musical finesse in singing, he also enjoyed different genres of music. He was more open-minded and was less picky of songs.

"Yeah! Now I absolutely have to tell Kairi you approved to sing "Grenade!" This is great!" Sora exclaimed, running off to who-knows-where. Roxas and Vanitas stared dumbfoundedly at Ven with agape expressions. Ven slapped his forehead. Maybe he shouldn't have given Sora sugar cookies for breakfast.

"That sucks. I won't play that song," Vanitas sneered. Roxas shrugged. "I agree with Vani."

"Same," Ven sighed, lifting a finger to make a point.

Although they had a lot of differences, Ven had to admit they were just like music; they had different "genres" but were united as one.