Author's Note: Hey guys, it's me again with another old fanfiction of mines. It's Diary Trilogies Part II: The Four Page Letter. It once featured Aaliyah's song 'Four Page Letter' but I took it out because I felt it didn't fit well with the story. It didn't even match the characters at all! Everything is still the same; however, it's heavily edited, so there'll be a few changes. I hope you take the pleasure of reading this predictable story since it involves our favorite characters. I'll see you at the end!

Additional Information: This is Syaoran's point of view of "Diary Trilogies." Just to let you know, that this is NOT a sequel. This story is completely different from Sakura's tale. Remember, this is not an interrelated series, and I do not plan to make it that way either. Don't forget to review!

Disclaimer: Card Captor Sakura does not belong to me at all. CLAMP is the owner of the successful anime series, so therefore; it belongs to them.

Fanfiction Summary: Syaoran writes in his journal about his encounter with four mysterious poems. Where did the poems come from? Who was sending them? Why don't you take a look in Syaoran's journal? He definitely has a tale to tell…

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(A/N:) Author's Note

"" Character Dialogue

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Syaoran's Journal Entry/ Syaoran's Thoughts

The First Page

Dear Journal,

Every day is the same at Tokyo High. Everyone is always rushing before the ten-minute tardy bells rings, while some is just chatting amongst their friends. Me? Just a normal 17-year-old, trying to make it to Biology before my asshole of a teacher bites my head off again. Lately, sensei Haruka have been in a seriously pissed mood. I think it's because she broke up with her boyfriend again. (Yeah, Haruka has a habit of sharing her personal life to the classroom without her knowing sometimes)

I usually sit in the third row next to my best friends, Takashi and Eriol. And as usual, while we're readying for our demented teacher, Takashi always come up with some sort of false tale (although some are really believable) and gets hit on the head with a wooden mullet by his girlfriend, Chiharu, while me and Eriol laugh our heads off in the process. As we both are rolling on the floor, Chiharu is constantly scolding Takashi about his lies and pestering him to stop. That's just about the only thing that makes my life somewhat interesting.

Honestly, journey, I live a steady lifestyle. Not to brag, but I am the captain of the Soccer Team, and has been taking the team to endless victories. I'm a member of the Martial Arts and Kendo club, and the treasurer at the Tokyo High Honor Society. I know it's a lil nerdy, but it's the only thing that'll keep me busy and out of trouble.

How do I look? I'm just a guy with brown hair and brown eyes. Tall and lean, muscular, but not in a macho way. Every time I stroll down the hallway, girls get this weird dreamy look in their eyes. Some of them would be as bold as to ask me out on a date, and at times I do. But there aren't quite a lot of girls that would catch my interest. It's rare that I would find a girl with suitable qualities, unless you're talking about Sakura Kinomoto.

Maybe that's why I don't soon after girls. None of them are like Kinomoto. She's the embodiment of perfection.

What is about Sakura Kinomoto that makes me overall infatuated? Or even in love? Is it because her smile can light up a thousand rooms? Is it the way her jade eyes sparkle? Or is it because she has that kind and nurturing spirit you just can't help but fall in love with? I don't know why I'm head-over-heels for her, but I just am—have been for a long time; since elementary school actually.

I remember one day after fourth period, I was on my way to my locker. I got this strange note sticking out. Who would've thought that one night, or rather four small notes could turn into so many surprises? Well Journal, this is what happened to me on one particular day…

The bell for fifth period is almost a minute away from ringing. Syaoran casually walked through the corridors and downstairs to the second floor where his locker was located. Just as he was about to open it, a white piece of paper is slipping from the slender holes. "What's this?" Syaoran asked himself. He opened the white paper and it revealed writing typed neatly in cursive. The way the words were formatted caught Syaoran's eyes, as it read,

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If you get this letter, I've been thinking of you.
You had my heart skipping whenever you walk into the room
You know me well, but my name I can't say
That's why I decided to give you this letter today
One day, you'll find out
Someday you will know
I just hope when you do, you'll love me so.

(A/N: These poems are by me, so no taking unless you're granted permission and giving me the credit!)

He looked at the signature and it was enclosed with a printed kiss. Wow, a secret admirer, Syaoran thought. That's something new.

"Hey watcha got there!" A voice asked. Syaoran turned around and there was his two best friends standing curiously behind him.

Takashi and Eriol have been Syaoran's best friends since fourth grade. Takashi's black hair is spiked with mischievous brown eyes. Eriol's raven tresses are slick with blue eyes rimmed around clear spectacles. They all are wearing uniforms consisting of preppy attire worn by the male student body. It's a navy blue blazer with a matching necktie, brown khakis and black shoes to complete the attire. For the girls, they were to wear sailor fuku attire, consisting of a ruffled miniskirt, a navy-blue jacket, white blouse, and a matching necktie. It also included white knee-highs and conservative black shoes for the finishing.

Syaoran's cheeks flushed as he tried to hide the letter into his jacket pocket. "Err…it's nothing." His friends' smile widened cunningly.

"You're turning red, Syao-kun." Eriol mocked. "That means you're hiding something."

Syaoran turned redder. "I'm not!" He protested.

"Then explain why you're blushing. Is it because of that note you're hiding?" Takashi teased.

"What note? I don't even know what you're talkin' about." Syaoran faked innocence, but he knew his friends weren't convinced.

"We mean this one?" Takashi said, quickly grabbing the paper from his jacket pocket. Syaoran's mouth dropped open with astonished wide eyes.

"Give it back! Don't you guys know the meaning of privacy?!" Syaoran growled. Eriol and Takashi merely ignored him, reading the note to their contentment. After reading it, they looked at the rough chestnut-haired boy with teasing eyes.

"So someone has a secret admirer." Eriol joked.

"I wonder who that could be. Could it be Akemi? The red-headed girl in your English Literature class?" Takashi asked. He too is in on the fun.

"Or could it possibly be Hitomi from Biology-Lab? She seems to have the hots for you?" Eriol said.

"I doubt." Syaoran said, rolling his eyes. He grabbed the note back as the two began walking towards fifth period. "They're cool and all, but…I don't know. I never thought of it that way."

"Well, there's a printed kiss enclosed on the letter. Did you know in Greek Myths, where there was a kiss on a letter, people would believe it was Cupid's with hopes of leading them to true love?" Takashi said.

"Are you sure you're correct?" Eriol warned. "You know your girlfriend is on that lie patrol."

"It's just a legend, Eriol. You know how I am with them." Takashi said. He was looked around cautiously making sure his girlfriend wasn't nearby.

Syaoran chuckled. He wasn't sure if Takashi wasn't telling the truth or not, but it was always interesting to hear his stories.

After walking into fifth period, they all sat in third row, by the window like always. While Eriol and Takashi conversed with one another, Syaoran was too busy reading the poem.

The poem was really mysterious. I kept wondering where the poem came from, and for a moment, I thought I could be the wrong person. I don't know, usually I don't have secret admirers. I know it possibly couldn't be Hitomi or Akemi. I don't know why, I just have that feeling. I hope it's not them. For one thing, they aren't my type. Why? They're cool and all, but I don't see them anymore as good acquaintances. I hope I'm not being mean, but that's how I feel.

Just as soon as I put the poem down, I saw a special someone coming in from the classroom. Three other people came with her. It's her friends; one of them is my cousin. Wow, she's hot!

Her auburn hair flowed gracefully down to her shoulders. She had a cherry blossom clip on the side, wearing her sailor fuku uniform with the rest of the female student body. I stared in awe. As if…the most beautiful angel descended from heaven. (Cheesy, I know) Sakura Kinomoto, my best friend, the hottest girl in Tokyo High. I just couldn't help myself.

It took me will power to restrain myself from pouncing on her. Sakura Kinomoto is a sight to behold. Looking at her puts me through another world. I was dazed, and my mind only focused on her. Journal, for the first time, I was floating above cloud nine. It was fun until Eriol and Takashi disrupted my dreams state.

SMACK!!! "OW! What was that for?" Syaoran growled. Takashi and Eriol laughed.

"Dude, we yelled your name like ten times. It was like you wasn't even there!" Takashi said.

Syaoran rolled his eyes. "There are other ways to getting my attention besides slapping me across the face." He said.

"You tell us that. Every time you get that weird look, you're deaf." Eriol said. He sarcastically sighed. "But of course, you always do that when Sakura's around."

"Whatever gave you the idea that I like her?" Syaoran asked. He questioningly arched an eyebrow.

"We never said that you did. But now that you pointed out the obvious…" Eriol said.

"Say it!" Syaoran yelled frustratingly.

"Syaoran, we've known you since fourth grade. And we both know you like Sakura. Don't try to deny the truth. Besides, you have the symptoms anyway." Takashi added.

"Symptoms?" Syaoran questioned.

"Yeah, you blush every time she's around. That's one symptom. The second one is, for the past seven years since we've known you, you never stopped talking about her. The third one is you stare at her a lot. There was this one time you tried to impress Sakura during soccer practice. That's the fourth symptom, going all the way to impress a girl to get her to like you. And-"

"Alright! Stop with the symptoms!" Syaoran cried, interrupting Takashi.

"Ha! It's not our fault that you're love sick." Eriol mocked. Syaoran glared at him.

"Whatever." He said.

"Syaoran, you can't hide from us. We know about your little secret. You have a crush on Sakura Kinomoto. But you don't have to worry about us spilling the beans." Syaoran cringed at Eriol's eerily cheerful smile.

"So, does she know you like her?" Takashi asked, being genuinely curious.

"That's a smart question, Takashi. It might've been a little different by now if she knew, wouldn't you think? Syaoran asked sarcastically. Takashi sweat dropped as he realized what he asked.

Author's Note: Chapter one is completed! It took me five pages! Five pages! I know everything is still the same here, but I made a few minor changes as far as the character's style of dress is concerned. And because the setting is based in Japan, I try to make it as traditional as I can without Americanizing it. (Though I keep failing at it, but oh well) Take a look at the second chapter! It's even better! See ya in the next one!