A Tale of Demigods, Mortals, and LoveI
Maui and Moana have been sepearted for four years and a new enemy threatens the ocean and everything in it. Maui and Moana reunite to tackle the monster and discover the next phase of their relationship. (MoanaxMaui)

I have no prior knowledge of the Polynesian islands or any other smiliar peoples. I take creative license with their daily lives.

Maui had a comfortable home base on Te Fiti. It's lush green rolling hills and mountains. Plenty of food and landscape to retreat to between his demigod duties. Peaceful, he would describe it. He woke up from a long night of uninterrupted sleep and felt the usual pang of sadness, even though it had begun to dull over the last year or two. To a demigod who has lived thousands of years, four years would seem like a flicker in time. However for Maui, these last four drug on. They seemed to be the longest he has ever felt. And he has spent longer in Lalotai.

There was a tumble against the hut and Maui sat up. There was no other inhabitants on Te Fiti besides animals. Perhaps a monkey had gotten the idea to be cheeky. The sound came again. Like rocks hitting the side of the hut. He stood up and walked outside his hut into the morning sun. The plink sounded again towards the side of his hut facing the ocean. He walked around, hook raised, ready to scare off an inturding fur ball.

Maui let out a low chuckle. "Coconuts," he said, glancing at the few that lay next to his hut, and up to the coconut tree above. Attributing them to having just fallen from the tree he turned to retreat back to his bed. Until one hit him squarely in the shin. "Ow!" he cried, dancing around on one foot. He turned towards the direction they had come, away from the coconut tree. Towards the ocean. "What gives?" He yelled towards the water. The ocean had not appeared to him like it did to Moana when they were together. But he always felt like it was there, watching him. Sometimes he felt like it sabotaged him, flooding his hut several times throughout the years. Taking his boat and floating it to the other side of the island.

A tendril of water formed and it poked angerly towards the coconut that had hit him and had since rolled down the beach, back towards the ocean. Maui walked towards it, ticked off to say the least. He picked it up, then stopped, turning it in his hands. He turned towards the smile pile next to his hut, and back towards the island. Before looking back down towards the coconut. It had a mouth. Two eyes. Red and white paint upon what appeared to be a face. Obviously dead. "Kakamora," he breathed, his hair bristling. He tightly gripped his hook and raised it to his side, ready to move. The ocean propelled a spalsh of water towards it, and he had the impression that it ocean wasn't warning him of incomig attack. But of something else.

Maui walked towards the water, looking out towards the horizon. "What," he mubled towards the ocean, or towards himself, "what do you want me to see?" He studied the water far out in front of him. Coconuts. Kakamora, he assumed. Bobbing up and down. All dead. Dozens of them. The Kakamora were strong and brutes for being small coconuts. He had never seen dozens of them just dead, floating. "What did this?" He said to the ocean. "What happened?" The ocean tendril shrugged, then pointed towards his hook and to the sky. "Someone needs saving," he said, almost excitedly. That was his job, afterall. Hero to all! "But who?" he asked. "Where?" The tendril shrugged and formed a familiar tower. "Lalotai," he breathed. Of course whatever worse than the Kakamora had escaped the tower to roam the ocean again. "I'll head there immediately!" He went to raise his hook, to transform to the great hawk, before being splashed in the face by the ocean once more.

"WHAT?" he said exasperated, dropping his hook. The tendril looked at him for a moment before forming a miniature canoe and floating it around the beach. "Why would I sail there if it's faster to fly?" The ocean made a movement that seemed to translate as an angry sigh. The canoe disapeared and was replace by a miniature woman. "Moana?" he asked. And the ocean nodded excitedly. There was a thud in his chest and he looked down to see Mini Maui jumping up and down excitedly. He frowned. "Is she in danger?" The ocean shook its head. It formed the woman again, his fish hook, and a canoe, and moved them all towards Lolatai. "I cannot bring Moana there. It is dangerous!" The ocean deflated and crashed a wave towards him in anger.

The ocean knew he was lying, that Moana could take care of herself. The ocean new why Maui had been avoiding her for so long. He had helped her and her people settle on their new island. His brute strength and size was helpful in the settling. At first he was there every couple weeks, helping where needed. Taking small wayfinding trips with Moana. It was a fun time, less stressful than there adventure defeating Te Kah. That's where the problem lay. He was becoming complacent, ignoring his demigod duties. And then there was the matter of Moana. Weeks turned into months and he could tell she was growing. Just the adventure they had seemed to age her for the better. Mature her. She ruled her people with a steady, kind hand, experience behind her. He was becoming attatched. A feeling he had felt in many, many years. He started spending longer away, the opposite of what his heart wanted. He visited every few months, her maturing becoming more and more obvious. Until he couldn't take it anymore and he stopped visiting. Five years since the day of Te Fiti passed. Four years until he had seen her last.

He couldn't do that to her, it was wrong. He was a thousand year old demigod, immortal. She was a mortal. He was embarassed by the tug in his stomach everytime they were together and ran to hide it. Propelled himself into fights with monsters, helping other humans throughout the ocean. But the tug was always there, ever present.

"I cannot go to her now, I cannot ask her to do this with me. Not now after so long!" The ocean threw a shell upside his head. He touched the knot that formed and swore. The ground beneath Maui trembled and he turned.

Te Fiti was forming before him. A giant green woman sitting before him. She lifted him with her hand to face her. He chuckled nerously, not having seen the woman since she had given him a replacement for his broken hook. "Hey Te Fiti!" The god scowled at him, her other hand holding a pile of Kakamora bodies.

"Maui," she said, although for her size it was more of a bellow. "Something terrible has been released from the land of monsters." She tilted her hand so the Kakamora rained down upon the beach beneath them. "You and Moana are the only hope for us. Go to her and discover this beast and defeat him."

Maui growled and repeated his sentiment: "not Moana. I will not put her in danger again!" Heat pulsed through his chest, embarassment. He had abandoned her once to face Te Kah alone. It ate at him almost as much as his heart did.

Te Fiti raised her hand so he was closest still to her face. Close enough for when she talked his hair pulled away from his face. His skin vibrated. "Did you once think that that is not the only time you abandoned her?" Blood pulsed in Maui's ears as his vision became tunneled. Anger. Regret. Before he could open his mouth to reply Te Fiti had set him on the beach and returned to her island form.

"I DID IT FOR HER!" He screamed towards the island for. "I did it for her." he said again. Quietly. For himself. To convince him that was the reason.