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Yuki or Yuuki may refer to:
, known professionally as Yuki (stylized as YUKI), is a Japanese musician and singer-songwriter. She is best known as the lead vocalist for Judy and Mary. She founded Judy and Mary in 1991 and became a solo artist in 2002. She has also been a member of the bands NiNa (1999, with Kate Pierson of The B-52's, bassist Mick Karn of Japan, former members of the Japanese New Wave band The Plastics Masahide Sakuma and Takemi Shima, and session drummer Steven Wolf) and Mean Machine (alongside Chara, 2001).
or are Japanese given names used for females or males.
Possible spellings of Yuki include 雪, 由紀, 由貴, 由岐, 友紀, and 有希. Possible spellings of Yūki include 勇気, 有機, 祐樹, and 雄樹.
Yūki (written: 結城 or 夕樹) is a Japanese surname. Notable people with the surname include:
- Aira Yuhki (born 1981), Japanese singer
- Asuka Yūki, Japanese AV idol
- Satoshi Yuki (born 1972), Japanese professional Go player
- Hiro Yūki (born 1965), Japanese voice actor
- Maiko Yūki (born 1977), Japanese AV idol, actress and stripper
- Masahiko Yuki (born 1975), Japanese guitarist
- Nobuteru Yūki (born 1962), Japanese manga artist, illustrator, and animator
- Yuki Hide a.k.a. Hideyuki Hirano (1940–1998), Japanese singer
- Yūki Hideyasu (1574–1607), Japanese daimyo who lived during the Azuchi-Momoyama and early Edo periods
- Yūki Masakatsu (1503–1559), Japanese samurai during the Sengoku period
Usage examples of "yuki".
I WAS AT MY DESK sifting through a mound of case files, eighteen open homicides to be exact, when Yuki Castellano, attorney-at-law, called on my private line.
Or a tasty Mediterranean luncheon, say, carpaccio over arugula with thin shavings of Parmesan and a glass of Merlot, with Yuki and her snake-charming mom?
I met Yuki and her mother, Keiko, in front of Saks in the upscale Union Square shopping district out by the Golden Gate Panhandle.
But Yuki Castellano was the smart, passionate, and supertalented young lawyer who had come through for me when I really needed her.
I turned to Yuki now as she spoke, her voice choppy with agitation, her face corrugated with worry.
The door to the ER swung closed behind the unpleasant doctor, and Yuki sat down hard on a plastic chair, slumped forward, lowered her face into her hands, and began to sob.
Loretta came by, greeted Yuki, and unloaded a tray of jerk chicken and spareribs dripping sauce.
Twenty minutes later, Yuki left the table before the coffee and chocolate mud pie, saying she wanted to see Keiko again before visiting hours were over.
As Yuki settled into a seat near the door, she noticed a dark-haired man across the aisle wearing khakis and a blazer over his pink button-down shirt and club tie.
I buzzed Yuki in, and as she made the climb, I set the table for two and took out glasses for the beer.
A minute later, Yuki blew into my apartment huffing and blowing like a small storm.
With her heart pounding, Yuki pointed her little Acura north toward Market Street.
Visualizing every cross street and stoplight between her car and San Francisco Municipal Hospital, Yuki floored the accelerator.
His weathered face was buckled with concern as he led Yuki to a pair of small straight-backed chairs.
Lindsay driving her home from the hospital, putting her to bed, sitting with Yuki until she finally slept.