Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Moana (2016) or The Bodyguard (1992)

Chapter 1

Maui

After ten years in jail, this was the option he was given? He looked up from the job description and gave Sheriff Te Ka a skeptical look.

"You want me to babysit a twenty-year-old pop diva?"

"Twenty-one last month," Te Ka corrected him as she opened a file folder. "Her mother had been house sitting for Ms. Waialiki while she was in California, and she noticed an unmarked envelope while she was checking the mail. It had this note inside."

She slid a piece of paper across her desk toward Maui, who took a quick glance at it. The words "YOU WILL DIE!" screamed up from the paper in letters cut from some magazine; Maui didn't need to read the rest of it to get the gist of the letter.

"Why doesn't someone just get the DNA off of this thing and make an arrest?" Maui asked.

"We already put it through the lab; whoever threatened Ms. Waialiki was careful to cover their tracks," Te Ka explained, "No one told her about the note. After all, it could be nothing more than a prank. But, naturally, her parents and manager are still very concerned for her safety and they requested a bodyguard. And that's where you come in."

"You really want me to do this?" Maui scoffed.

The redhead scowled at him. "This was Te Fiti's idea. Remember her? The woman you stole from?"

Maui flinched at the reminder, particularly since Te Ka had been the one to arrest him.

"She happens to be a good friend of Ms. Waialiki, and if she hadn't decided to have a little mercy on you, you would be serving parole. I suggest you keep that in mind."

Maui sighed in defeat, "Fine. When do I start?"

A pleased look crossed Te Ka's features.

"First thing tomorrow morning."

Maui did research back at his temporary apartment, although he knew as much as anyone about Moana Waialiki.

Moana was one of the most famous celebrities in the state of Hawaii, if not the entire US. Her dad owned several properties on an island called Motunui. Moana, although she would inherit her parents' estate when they died, had decided at a young age to follow in her grandmother's footsteps and become a singer and dancer. She won several music awards, and even a Grammy at the age of sixteen. And now, at twenty-one, she seemed like she was just getting started in her career. Heck, she had just starred in her first movie, and rumor had it she would be a shoe-in for Best Actress at the Oscars.

And apparently, based on what Te Ka had told him earlier that day, Moana had enemies now, too.

Maui groaned, rubbing his tired eyes. He hoped that Te Ka had been right when she suggested that the letter had been a stupid prank. As much as he appreciated not being on parole, he really didn't want to possibly take a bullet for a superstar nine years his junior.

Moana

This was so stupid. Moana already had a small security team; she didn't need a personal bodyguard. She just turned twenty-one, for Heaven's sake! But her parents insisted that the further she got into her career, the better it was to have more protection. And her father, as usual, had the final word, no matter how old Moana was.

She bristled as she brushed out her dark hair. She would be meeting the guy in less than an hour. Ironically, it was the same crook who stole from one of her best friends ten years ago. Maui.

Moana dropped her brush onto her vanity and checked her reflection. She decided not to bother with makeup; she wasn't going to get all dolled up for a thief-turned-bodyguard.

She wished Gramma Tala were here. She would've convinced her dad that Moana was a grown woman capable of taking care of herself. At the very least, she would have listened to Moana's ranting about it without telling her to be reasonable or to act her age.

"I miss you, Gramma," she murmured as she picked out her outfit for the day: a red tube top, a cream colored wrap skirt, flat sandals, and her trademark shell necklace that had belonged to her grandmother.

As she made her way to her sitting room to meet Maui, she made a mental note to hide her jewelry.