Author's Note: Hello everyone! Just a warning that this chapter has a bit of foul language. Sorry about that. And, as always, I DO NOT own Moana, The Bodyguard, or any characters borrowed from other movies.

Chapter 4

Moana

A few nights later, Moana caught Maui teaching Pua how to look for bombs underneath the limo.

Oh, please, she thought with a roll of her eyes.

"Don't let him get to you, lovely," Sy said, following her gaze, "Just try to enjoy yourself tonight."

Moana nodded and strode to the limo with Sy, Tony and Kai in tow. Maui glanced at them, frowning as he scanned the cape Moana was wearing.

"What's going on?"

"Moana is performing at a club called Lalotai tonight," Sy explained, "It's not her usual kind of place, but it's good promotion for her new album."

Maui glared at the publicist. "Someone needs to tell me these things ahead of time."

Sy smirked back at him. "I just told you."

Despite how much Maui got on her nerves, even Moana thought it was asinine of Sy to wait until the last possible second to tell Maui. Kai apparently thought so too, judging by the look on his face.

Pua got into the driver's seat as Kai, Tony and Sy slid into the back. Moana was about to follow them when Maui took her wrist.

"This is for you," he said as he placed a silver cross set with pearls in her hand.

Huh. "It's beautiful," she murmured with a small smile.

"It's a silent alarm; just press the pearl in the center if you need me."

"Oh, of course," she sighed. Well, so much for thinking he was trying to be nice. Wait, why am I disappointed? The man is driving me mad!

It was a long drive to the club; with Tony lecturing Maui on how Moana wanted everything done and Sy going on and on about all the publicity he had planned leading up to the Oscars, Moana was relieved when she spotted paparazzi outside a building with a color changing light that spelled Lalotai. Maui and Tony did a good job of helping the club's security team keep the fans back as she and her manager and publicist waved and made their way into the club. Halfway to the dressing room, Maui had suddenly gone rigid, his gaze focused at the back of the club.

"Is something wrong?"

Maui pressed his lips into a line. "Tony, make sure Moana gets backstage safely. I need to check something out."

Frowning, Moana watched Maui until he was lost in the crowd before following Tony into the dressing room. Sy and Kai mentioned speaking to the manager while Tony stood outside the door, giving Moana her privacy.

Sitting down, Moana quickly touched up her makeup and glanced at the small stack of fan letters. She smiled and opened the one on the top, not noticing at first that the envelope had no writing on it. Reading the words glued to the page, Moana's face fell and the color drained from her face.

MOANA BITCH

YOU HAVE EVERYTHING AND I HAVE NOTHING! SPOILED LITTLE SLUTS LIKE YOU SHOULD GO STRAIGHT TO HELL! GET READY TO DIE BITCH!

Maui

Maui had been in Lalotai before; he wasn't surprised that it hadn't changed much with its purple lighting, black lights and neon decor. Glancing to the back of the club, he stiffened.

Oh, no, what's he doing here?

Tony had been a sting in his side telling him how to do his job, but Maui trusted him enough to get Moana backstage. When that was taken care of, he headed to one of the private tablesthat lined the walls. The man sitting at it looked up at him with wide, beady eyes.

"Well, well, well. Look who's out of prison."

"Tamatoa," Maui greeted evenly, not bothering to hide his displeasure. He couldn't help but stare at Tamatoa's purple suit, thick gold neck chains, ringed fingers, Rolex watch, and gold-topped cane that he required with his prosthetic leg. Maui grimaced when Tamatoa smiled and revealed gem-studded teeth.

"Could you be any tackier?"Maui groaned.

Tamatoa's grin widened. "You're just jealous. There are lots of fish in the sea, mon ami, and they like shiny things." He gestured toward two women at the bar who were casting flirtatious looks at Tamatoa. One of them turned her attention to Maui, but he ignored her.

"How can you afford all that, anyway? Did you turn to honest work, or are you still embezzling money?"

Tamatoa smirked, "Sit down. I'll order you a drink and we can...catch up."

"I'm working."

"'Working?'" Tamatoa scanned Maui's black t-shirt and army pants. "Are you a bouncer or something?"

"I'm a bodyguard."

Tamatoa's eyes bugged out of his head before the corners of his thin lips turned up in a cunning smile.

"I see; am I right in assuming that you're protecting a certain young singer?"

Maui said nothing, which said everything.

"You wouldn't mind...introducing me to her, would you?" he inquired, his eyes darkening with a certain hunger.

Maui's blood boiled. If looks could kill, Tamatoa would've been a dead mess on the floor. Maui's hands clenched into fists.

"I'm only gonna say this once: stay away from Moana Waialiki! Got it?" Maui snarled.

Tamatoa gave Maui a nonchalant shrug, but he looked thoughtful at Maui's outburst.

Maui's earpiece buzzed before he heard Pua's panicked voice. "Maui, you need to get back here! Right now!"

Completely forgetting about Tamatoa, Maui bolted to the dressing room.

"Another letter," Kai told Maui when he entered the room. Moana was sitting in a chair, shaking like a leaf. Kai, Pua and Tony were obviously concerned. Sy just looked annoyed. Maui glanced at the paper that Kai held out.

"Just like the one found in the master bedroom," he muttered.

Moana's head snapped up. "Someone was in my house?"

Sy stepped toward her and calmly replied, "Now, don't panic-"

Moana raised her voice above Sy's, "Why didn't anyone tell me this?"

"For this very reason," Sy said, still trying to sound reassuring. "Just try to forget about it while you're performing."

"Performing? Sy, the killer could be out there," Maui pointed out.

"You don't know that," Sy snapped.

"But you did know that someone was in my house, Sy!" Moana shouted.

"Well, we can't just cancel; do you know how many people are out there? They will turn into a mob if Moana doesn't sing."

Sy looked at each of them, waiting for someone to agree with him. He spoke up again after a moment.

"Okay, fine. Who's going to break it to the audience? Because it certainly is not going to be me!"

Maui scowled; he opened his mouth to give the stupid man a piece of his mind when the door opened and one of the bouncers came in.

"They're ready for you."

Sy turned his back to him, blatantly showing that he meant what he said a second ago. Moana slowly stood up from the chair, the sound of the audience chanting Moana! Moana! Moana! was the only sound for a tense moment. Then Moana lifted her chin and squared her shoulders.

"I'll sing one song, but that's it."

Sy's sour expression melted into a satisfied grin. "That's my brave girl."

"Curly-"

"I'm not going to let some crazy freak run me off the stage, Maui," she said with finality, ending the discussion.

Maui inwardly sighed. As much as he admired Moana's courage, he really didn't think a one-song concert was worth risking her life for.

As she followed the bouncer out the dressing room door, Maui exchanged glances with Pua.

"Get the car ready in case something happens out there."