In 5 minutes
Kagome ran up the shrine steps and then entered her home.
"I'm back!" she called and ran up the stairs to leave her bag in her room. Then, much slower, she went down to find everyone.
Her mom was in the kitchen, preparing dinner. The woman was smiling and told her daughter to go to the living room and keep grandpa and Inuyasha company. Kagome did just that.
"Where's Inuyasha?" the young miko asked her grandfather and looked around. Her grandfather wrote something om a slip of paper and plastered it to something sitting before the TV. Kagome, frowning, went around her grandfather's chair to find the hanyou sitting there.
Inuyasha was motionless, a mild scowl on his face, his hands in his sleeves. Covered in sutraas from the tips of his furry ears to his bare toes.
"Inuyasha! What happened? Are you in pain?" Kagome knelt before him and started to peel off the sutras.
"Don't sweat it, they don't work," he replied, his eyes trained on the TV.
"Give the remote back, vile youkai!" Kagome's grandfather put a sutra on his left ear.
"Fat chance. My movie starts in five minutes."