Dear Daisy Kaminari (sp? the void from which we receive our letters somehow malfunctioned, blurring your name to the point where I had a hard time seeing what your name was spelled like) I do appreciate the time that you took to write to me. Art is, like you so elegantly put it, something to cherish for long periods of time, if not eternally.

You had a question that I did not, admittedly, expect, and it has taken me some time to think about an answer myself. Asking if I missed anything from my time as a human was...strange, for me. It induced the few positive memories of my human life that I still possess. And, I suppose, you deserve an answer.

Well, here it is. I would say that there are some things that I do miss, though, they might not be what you expected. It's, in actuality, the...little things. The feeling of Sunagakure's warm sand underneath my feet, the taste of my Grandmother Chiyo's hot stew...and, even, perhaps, the feeling of accidentally getting a small cut on my left thumb from a mishap with one of my first puppet's sharper chakra strings.

These memories all have one thing in common, and, though it may be obvious to you by now, I shall put it frankly- the things I miss the most are to do with the five senses, that I can no longer properly experience in my wooden body. And, it should be noted, that, while I do miss them...the positive things about this new eternal life outnumber the negative. I do not regret my decision.

Now, I must go. Leader is calling us for something, I can only imagine what.

-Sasori Akasuna

A broken frown painted itself on Sasori's wooden features, as, out of habit, he inhaled. He wasn't used to getting questions like this, not at all. Most of his letters had inquired about some sort of sexual relationship between he and Deidara. The thought made his face scrunch up with disgust. Like he'd ever consider that kind of a relationship with someone he resented so much. This letter was different, somehow...nicer. More well put out.

But he had no time to consider this. After all, like he had put in the letter, he was needed by Pain and, if he didn't go out and talk to him, there would probably be consequences. Something to do with Rinnegan hypnotization, most likely. He rose from his chair and opened his door, heading out of his room and into the hall.

He was...nostalgic.

((A/N:...So...don't kill me...but...I'M BACK, BITCHES! And also, sorry if this letter got answered before. I don't have a good memory of the things I have already covered. Also, since all of the letters I have received are now 2+ years old...I cannot keep track of them. So we need to start fresh. I'm not going to be answering any old letters anymore, I am sorry. However, I will be answering new ones. So please, send them in if you'd like!))