RTC: We never did see what happened to Alan, right? After the cop took him away, that is.
Max: Ray-Tiger-Cat's hopes of owning Beyblade are like a kite stuck in a tree. Not going anywhere.
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Max grinned. After all this time, after all the hurt feelings and betrayal, who'd have thought a simple kite would bring them back together?
It had been a pure chance encounter; he had been visiting his mom; Alan had been out in Central Park. It made sense-the two of them couldn't get away from the place as kids.
Max had been first to spot the kite, a red and yellow striped one, stuck in a tree, along with the little boy that was crying nearby. Always being a good Samaritan, he had offered to retrieve the kite for the little boy. When he climbed back down, he noticed that another teenage boy and an elderly lady had joined the boy.
"There you go, ma'am, your grandson is just fine," the teenager was saying.
"Alan?" Max asked dubiously as he approached.
"Max!" They gave each other awkward looks.
"Hey, can you teach me how to fly my kite properly?" the little boy asked, oblivious to the tension.
"Sure!" both replied at once.
Another set of awkward glances were exchanged, along with the polite insistence.
"Why can't you both help me?" the boy asked.
Blushing profusely, the two agreed.
As the boy's grandmother looked on, Alan and Max started teaching the boy. Within half an hour, the lady was sure the two had done the very same thing when they were kids, just by watching their awe-filled faces as the kite took off into the clouds.