Yami Quotes

It's time to duel!

Your move!

His hatred for all was so intense that it should extinguish the very love from which it was conceived. And thus, he ceased to feel. There was nothing further in which to believe that made the prospect of feeling worthwhile. Daily he woke up and cast downtrodden eyes upon the sea and he would say to himself with a hint of regret at his hitherto lack of indifference, 'All a dim illusion, was it? Surely it was foolish of me to think any of this had meaning.' He would then spend hours staring at the sky, wondering how best to pass the time if everything—even the sky itself— were for naught. He arrived at the conclusion that there was no best way to pass the time. The only way to deal with the illusion of time was to endure it, knowing full well, all the while, that one was truly enduring nothing at all. Unfortunately for him, this nihilistic resolution to dispassion didn’t suit him very well and he soon became extremely bored. Faced now with the choice between further boredom and further suffering, he impatiently chose the latter, sailing another few weeks along the coast , and then inland, before finally dropping anchor off the shores of the fishing village of Yami.

Exodia Obliterate!

We have a saying back home. It's time to duel!

In my mind, I could sense their roots under the soil, creeping in helical tangles of ever-increasing complexity outward and in all directions—out beyond the perimeter of the Helsingør Wood, out below Yami’s Under City, out along the banks of the river, out to the nearest coast and thereupon out into the sea; the roots crept down further along the continental shelf, downward into the abysses, downward into the ocean floor, burrowing under the corals and under trenches, and then back up again to sprout in the darkened forest on a foreign continent: all the trees of the world now had conjoined roots, for they were now of one conjoined consciousness!

I don't care." - Bakura "I'm not going to kill you, just destroy you a little. Geez, talk about overreacting!" - Marik "So then he goes to me with the tea pot and he goes, 'Why so British?'." - Bakura "Now I can't that friggin song out of my head! Thanks Odion, thanks a bunch!" - Marik "Not a kitty!" - Bakura "Maybe we should hug him, Bakura. I mean he seems like an okay guy." - Marik

Each candle in this hall represents a human life. The lights can randomly reflect the darkness within a person’s soul.

Yami and Black technically weren't together, but in his mind, she belonged to him.

Word was that Dorian had moved away after a run in with Black about dealing with her. Yami never knew for sure because he just kind of disappeared and never really contacted her to let her know why.

Um," I point at his cape and gadgets. "You know you'll stand out, right?" He frowns at me. "You're none better," he says. I look down at my very medieval looking white gown and the two swords I carry. At least Yami is hidden as a dragon necklace. "You're right. I won't blend in either." He freezes. "Right, well, I'll just say it's Halloween." "But it's not." He raises an eyebrow.  "What do you mean?" "You can't just say it's Halloween. It has to be the actual day." "Really? Your human customs are so strange." He turns to the sink to wash his hands. I sigh. "Okay, we can say we're part of a fantasy game reenactment. Cosplay. That should give us a good cover." "Cosplay?" he says, holding the word in his mouth like a foreign thing he's afraid to taste. "Yeah, it's when humans dress up like characters from their favorite… " Ace's eyes are vacant and he looks bored. I sigh again. "Nevermind. Just let me do the talking if anyone questions our choice of clothing." He washes his hands, then gestures at the door. "After you." I lead, entering a place I once called a second home. Everything is familiar, everything makes me feel welcome. Jesus eyeing the naked sculptures. The Neon signs. The baby bottles filled with milk for customers' coffee. "Oh, Ari, sweetie. I didn't see you come in." Sheri runs up to me, wrapping me in a hug. "It's been so long. How have you been? And who's this dashing young man?" Ace raises his cape in front of his eyes. "It's Halloween." "No… no…" I shake my head and pull his cape down. "He's a friend. I'm just showing him the sights.

Miego meant exactly what he said. He had plans for Yami, and if Black had to be dealt with because of them, then fuck it. He didn't care. She clearly had moved on, so if that nigga couldn't accept that and was on some bitch shit, then Miego would handle it.   *****

That wasn't necessarily a good thing for Yami because Black liked to put his hands on her, and since everybody was afraid of him, they all turned their backs when he did it.

I join them at the table, wrapping my arm around Fen’s, and smiling. "They fled a battle that wasn’t worth fighting. We shouldn’t blame them." Fen grunts. "They fled because Yami made them shit themselves." My baby dragon stands a little taller, roaring into my ear with pride. I giggle.

I mean, she told me she had one back at homecoming.” “Has she mentioned anything about her girlfriend since then?” Cesar asks. “Well, no, but—” “So it was probably just a quick thing. Bet you money she’s single now.” I roll onto my side and rest my chin on my palm. “I feel like Bo would have said something if they broke up, though.” “People don’t always have to talk about breakups, Yami. Shit happens.” “I guess.” I’m not totally convinced. Wouldn’t Bo have mentioned a breakup?

A century or two later, when they began reaching the islands of Polynesia, European observers found that the sweet potato was an important staple in many of the islands of the central and eastern Pacific. At Easter Island in 1722, Jacob Roggeveen was offered sweet potatoes in trade; in Hawai‘i, one of Cook’s officers reported that they were so plentiful “the poorest natives would throw them into our Ships for Nothing”; and in New Zealand, where many traditional Polynesian food crops would not grow because of the climate, visitors found extensive sweet potato plantations. Indeed, the first “absolute botanical proof” of the plant’s presence in Polynesia—proof that these early observers were not conflating it with the visually similar but botanically distinct yam—is an herbarium specimen collected in New Zealand in 1769 by Joseph Banks.