AN: This is a really short one-shot that I just felt like posting since it's cute and I feel bad about not being able to write anything new for my multi-chap fics. Hope you like it.

I don't own Digimon.

I'm just reposting this since it was pointed out I have spelling errors. I think I caught them all. Thanks for the heads up, LoveSovereign.

The child tried to suppress a giggle as he planted himself in his brother's doorway. Osamu was perched on the edge of his bed, holding the phone with one hand and fingering his laptop with the other. He had no idea. Ken grinned and rapped his knuckles against the doorframe.

"Oniisan, can you help me?" he called into the room in what he hoped sounded like a confused tone.

Osamu didn't even glance up from what he was doing. "Not now, Kenny-boy."

"It'll only take a second, Niisan," the boy pushed.

"Not now."

The grin had slipped from the six-year-old's lips, and for a moment he stared in horror at his older brother. Osamu was always busy studying, and Ken had learned not to bother him when he was doing homework or on the computer, but he had never thought that he could take a backseat to the telephone. Suddenly, his face lit up again in eager hope.

"Are you talking to Koushiro? He can come too."

"Ken! I said not now!" Osamu cried out, finally looking up from his laptop. His eyes carried all sorts of threats that Ken had pushed too hard, and the child began instinctively backing away. Osamu was furious. His laptop clattered to the floor as he leaped to his feet and stalked to the door, shoving his younger brother all the way into the hallway and slamming the door in his face.

Ken stared at the door, still too shocked to move. He couldn't understand what he'd done wrong. Finally, he turned and wandered back into his room. He had moved a table into the center of the room, and covered it with little snips of colored paper. He had stolen some cookies from the kitchen and placed them on the center of the table. He had even borrowed some paint from the closet -- left over from when his parents had redecorated the guest room -- and drawn a banner. As neat as he could, he had written out "Congratulations Oniisan!" in light blue, right onto the wall. He'd thrown glitter at the paint while it was still wet to make it look pretty, but most of it had fallen to the ground. Still, the entire setup looked very good, he thought. He had hidden Osamu's present in a box under his bed. It was a pocketknife, and he had saved his allowance for the last four months to be able to afford it.

Ignoring the party setup, the tiny child plodded into the room and dropped onto his bed, tears already streaming down his childish face. Pulling his legs to his chest and dropping his face into his knees, he muttered one word to his brother, fuming in his own room.

"Surprise…"

AN: Obviously a one-shot, right? This was originally going to be a dream/memory of Ken's for another fic I wanted to do, but I decided it worked fine on its own.

…Little Ken is so fun to work with!